The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

Wherever You Stand, Be The Soul Of That Place.

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.