Time Marks Us While We Are Marking

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

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.

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.