Listen To Presences Inside Poems.

There Are Lovers Content With Longing. I’m Not One Of Them.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles And The One Great Turning, Our Souls Are Dancing With You, Without Feet, They Dance. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear? All Day And Night, Music, A Quiet, Bright Reedsong. If It Fades, We Fade.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

Muhammad Says, 'love Of One's Country Is A Part Of The Faith.' But Don't Take That Literally! Your Real 'country' Is Where You're Heading, Not Where You Are. Don't Misread That Hadith.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.