Listen To Presences Inside Poems, Let Them

Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice.

Throw Off Your Tiredness. Let Me Show You One Tiny Spot Of The Beauty That Can't Be Spoken.

You Are A Fountain Of The Sun's Light. I Am A Willow Shadow On The Ground. You Make My Raggedness Silky.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

Friends Are Enemies Sometimes, And Enemies Friends.