The Ground Submits To The Sky And

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.

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

Woman Is A Ray Of God. She Is Not That Earthly Beloved: She Is Creative, Not Created.

The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The Fire Of Passion. Lovers Leave Traces Of Where They've Been. The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.