Listen To Presences Inside Poems.

You've Gotten Drunk On So Many Kinds Of Wine. Taste This. It Won't Make You Wild. It's Fire. Give Up, If You Don't Understand By This Time That Your Living Is Firewood.

Would You Become A Pilgrim On The Road Of Love? The First Condition Is That You Make Yourself Humble As Dust And Ashes.

When Lovers Of Life Get Ready To Dance, The Earth Shakes And The Sky Trembles.

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.

You Can Accomplish A Hundred Other Things But If You Do Not Accomplish The One Thing For Which You Have Been Sent, It Will Be As If You Have Done Nothing.