What I Am Trying To Do Is

Every Breath Taken In By The Man Who Loves, And The Woman Who Loves, Goes To Fill The Water Tank Where The Spirit Horses Drink.

It's Good To Have Poems That Begin With Tea And End With God.

We Did Not Come To Remain Whole. We Came To Lose Our Leaves Like The Trees, Trees That Start Again.

Two Birds Fly Past. They Are Needed Somewhere.

And Why Shouldn't The Miraculous, / Caught On This Earth, Visit / The Old Man Alone In His Hut?