The Light Comes Brighter From The East;

You Must Believe: A Poem Is A Holy Thing - A Good Poem, That Is. The Poem, Even A Short Time After Being Written, Seems No Miracle; Unwritten, It Seems Something Beyond The Capacity Of The Gods.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.