Every Moment, The Sunlight Is Totally Empty

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.

You Had Better Run From Me. My Words Are Fire.

There Are Lovers Content With Longing. I’m Not One Of Them.

A Life Without Love Isn’t A Life.