At Every Moment, Love's Voice

There's Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness.

We Alchemists Look For Talent That Can Heat Up And Change. Lukewarm Won't Do. Halfhearted Holding Back, Well-enough Getting By? Not Here.

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.

Gamble Everything For Love, If You're A True Human Being.

In Silence There Is Eloquence.