No One Can Tell If I’m Laughing

Listen To Presences Inside Poems.

Are You Jealous Of The Ocean’s Generosity? Why Would You Refuse To Give This Joy To Anyone? Fish Don’t Hold The Sacred Liquid In Cups! They Swim The Huge Fluid Freedom.

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.

Journey From The Self To The Self And Find The Mine Of Gold. Leave Behind What Is Sour And Bitter And Move Toward The Sweet.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.