As I've Gotten Older, I

Grief Is The Doorway To A Man's Feelings.

The Door To The Soul Is Unlocked; You Do Not Need To Please The Doorkeeper, The Door In Front Of You Is Yours, Intended For You, And The Doorkeeper Obeys When Spoken To.

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

Be Careful How Quickly You Give Away Your Fire.

Reclaiming The Sacred In Our Lives Naturally Brings Us Close Once More To The Wellsprings Of Poetry.