Why Should I Be Weary When Every

This Is Now. Now Is, All There Is. Don't Wait For Then; Strike The Spark, Light The Fire.

Faith In The King Comes Easily In Lovely Times, But Be Faithful Now And Endure, Pale Lover.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

The Beloved Is With You In The Midst Of Your Seeking! He Holds Your Hand Wherever You Wander.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.