If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So

Awe Is The Salve That Will Heal Our Eyes.

Awake Asleep Ought To Be With Us - So He May See Dreams In Wakefulness.

Do Not Leave Me, Hide In My Heart Like A Secret, Wind Around My Head Like A Turban. "i Come And Go As I Please," You Say, "swift As A Heartbeat." You Can Tease Me As Much As You Like But Never Leave Me.

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

If You Want Money More Than Anything, You'll Be Bought And Sold. If You Have A Greed For Food, You'll Be A Loaf Of Bread. This Is A Subtle Truth: Whatever You Love, You Are.