Close Both Eyes To See With The

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.

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

Die Happily And Look Forward To Taking Up A New And Better Form. Like The Sun, Only When You Set In The West Can You Rise In The East.

This Whole Universe Is But A Drop Of His Beauty!

Those With Open Hearts Always Have Open Hands.