Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness...just As Strings Of A Lute Dance Alone Though They Quiver With The Same Music.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

The Only Time A Juggler / Appeals To Me / Is When I See Him / Miss The Ball.

The Best Of Man Is He Who Blushes When You Praise Him And Remains Silent When You Defame Him.

Inspiration Is In Seeing A Part Of The Whole With The Part Of The Whole In You.