Love Is An Emotion. Totally Silent And

Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind Silence. Stay There Until You See You're Looking At The Light With Infinite Eyes.

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.

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

Come To The Root Of The Root Of Your Self