No One Knows What Makes The Soul

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

When You Stop Admiring Yourself And Let The Eyes Of The Heart Open Your Vision To Vast Other Worlds Then All You Do, Will Become Admirable

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

Roar, Lion Of The Heart, And Tear Me Open!

The Lion Is Most Handsome When Looking For Food.