Your Body Is Away From Me, But

I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste Death. But Only Some Will Taste Life.

Remember. The Way You Make Love Is The Way God Will Be With You.

God Does Not Look At Your Outer Forms, But At The Love Within Your Love.

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.

Listen To Presences Inside Poems.