Hold On To The Reins Of Love

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Death Has Nothing To Do With Going Away.the Sun Sets The Moon Sets But They Are Not Gone.

Smiles Come Best From Those Who Weep.

Angels Dance Only With You, Beloved And Only Before You Do I Bow In Adoration. You May Accept Me Or Not But I Will Be At Your Feet Forever.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.