Love Is A Tree; And Lovers Are

The Satiated Person And The Hungry One Do Not See The Same Thing When They Look Upon A Loaf Of Bread.

Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

Work In The Invisible World At Least As Hard As You Do In The Visible.

A Secret Freedom Opens Through A Crevice You Can Barely See.