Rub Your Eyes, And Look

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

The Universe And The Light Of The Stars Come Through Me.

With Life As Short As A Half-taken Breath, Don't Plant Anything But 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.

The Wealth Within You, Your Essence, Is Your Kingdom.