The Hardest Way Of Learning Is That

Hands Make The World Each Day.

Poetry Is An Act Of Peace.

And When You Appear All The Rivers Sound In My Body, Bells Shake The Sky, And A Hymn Fills The World.

I Want To Do For You What The Spring Does For The Cherry Trees

Pale Blind Diver, Luckless Slinger, Lost Discoverer, In You Everything Sank!