My Head Is Bursting With The Joy

Listen To Presences Inside Poems, Let Them Take You Where They Will. Follow Those Private Hints, And Never Leave The Premises.

...one Cannot Lodge In If.

Deep In The Heart Every Mystery Of Spirit Is Hidden.

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.