When You Notice A Fault In Your

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.

Know Then That The Body Is Merely A Garment. Go Seek The Wearer, Not The Cloak.

I Have No Fear To Burn My Mouth And Throat I’m Ready To Drink Every Flame And More.

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.

Are You Jealous Of The Ocean’s Generosity? Why Would You Refuse To Give This Joy To Anyone? Fish Don’t Hold The Sacred Liquid In Cups! They Swim The Huge Fluid Freedom.