It's Morning, And Again I Am That

Poetry Is One Of The Ancient Arts, And It Began, As Did All The Fine Arts, Within The Original Wilderness Of The Earth. Also, It Began Through The Process Of Seeing, And Feeling, And Hearing, And Smelling, And Touching, And Then Remembering--i Mean Remembering In Words--what These Perceptual Experiences Were Like, While Trying To Describe The Endless Invisible Fears And Desires Of Our Inner Lives.

Said The River: Imagine Everything You Can Imagine, Then Keep On Going.

The Sea Isn't A Place But A Fact, And A Mystery.

You, Too, Can Be Carved Anew By The Details Of Your Devotion.

Sometimes I Need Only To Stand Wherever I Am To Be Blessed.