For Without You, I Swear, The Town

In Order To Understand The Dance One Must Be Still. And In Order To Truly Understand Stillness One Must Dance.

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.

Darkness Is Your Candle. Your Boundaries Are Your Quest.

Only The Soul Knows What Love Is.

What Matters Is How Quickly You Do What Your Soul Directs.