You Had Better Run From Me. My

If Only You Knew What Bliss I Find In Being Nothing.

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.

When Love Itself Comes To Kiss You, Don't Hold Back!

Only The Soul Knows What Love Is.

Pain Is A Treasure, For It Contains Mercies.