The Lover Never Despairs. For A Committed

You Are A Lover Of Your Own Experience ... Not Of Me ... You Turn To Me To Feel Ur Own Emotion

Let The Waters Settle And You Will See The Moon And The Stars Mirrored In Your Own Being.

When I Am Silent, I Fall Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

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.