I Came Where The River Ran Over

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

Death Was Not. I Lived In A Simple Drowse:hands And Hair Moved Through A Dream Of Wakening Blossoms.rain Sweetened The Cave And The Dove Still Called;the Flowers Leaned On Themselves, The Flowers In Hollows;and Love, Love Sang Toward.

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.