If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

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.

Come Sit With Me! Let Us Drink The Holy Wine Of Happiness.

Whoever's Calm And Sensible Is Insane!

It Is Certain That An Atom Of Goodness On The Path Of Faith Is Never Lost.