The Result Of My Life Is No

Creatures Are Cups. The Sciences And The Arts And All Branches Of Knowledge Are Inscriptions Around The Outside Of The Cups. When A Cup Shatters, The Writing Can No Longer Be Read. The Wine's The Thing! The Wine That's Held In The Mold Of These Physical Cups. Drink The Wine And Know What Lasts And What To Love. The Man Who Truly Asks Must Be Sure Of Two Things: One, That He's Mistaken In What He's Doing Or Thinking Now. And Two, That There Is A Wisdom He Doesn't Know Yet. Asking Is Half Of Knowing.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

In Truth, Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved.

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.

O, Great Spirit, Open My Eyes, Open Heart's Wings, Open My Ears To Your Voice In All Things.