The Soul Which Cannot Endure Fire And

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

You Don't Live On The Earth, You Are Passing Through It.

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

I Want To Be Where Your Bare Foot Walks, Because Maybe Before You Step, You'll Look At The Ground. I Want That Blessing

Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back Peace To The Soul . . .