This Love Has Whispered Secrets In Your

Listen To The Sound Of Waves Within You.

All Language Is A Longing For Home.

Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning, The Vines Would Be Burned By The Smiling Sun.

When You Are With Everyone But Me, You're With No One. When You Are With No One But Me, You're With Everyone. Instead Of Being So Bound Up With Everyone, Be Everyone. When You Become That Many, You're Nothing. Empty.

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.