The Quieter We Become, The More We

Journey From The Self To The Self And Find The Mine Of Gold. Leave Behind What Is Sour And Bitter And Move Toward The Sweet.

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 Garden Of The World Has No Limits, Except In Your Mind.

You Must Ask For What You Really Want. / Don't Go Back To Sleep. / The Door Is Round And Open. / Don't Go Back To Sleep.

A Shadow Cannot Ignore The Sun That All Day Creates And Moves It.