I Wanted To Spend All My Time

Those Of Us Who Make Up Poems Have Agreed Not To Say What The Pain Is.

One Could Say The Higher The Spirit Goes, The More Deeply The Soul Sinks Down Into The Waters Of Melancholy And Tragedy. Drowning In That Water Is As Sweet As Rising.

It’s All Right If You Grow Your Wings On The Way Down.

The Deeper Question... Is Not Whether Ancient Religious Forms Can Reform... But Whether New Forms Of Nature-related Spirituality Might Emerge.

By The Time A Man Is 35 He Knows That The Images Of The Right Man, The Tough Man, The True Man Which He Received In High School Do Not Work In Life.