Silence Is The Root Of

Listen To Presences Inside Poems.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.

Every Moment Is Made Glorious By The Light Of Love.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

Believe In Love's Infinite Journey, For It Is Your Own, For You Are Love. Love Is Life