Stay In The Spiritual Fire. Let It

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

Stop Acting So Small. You Are The Universe In Ecstatic Motion.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.