Through Your Love Existence And

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

I Am Amazed At The Seeker Of Purity When Time For Polishing Comes Complaints Of Harsh Treatment Love Is A Lawsuit Without Evidence, You Will Not Win My Son, When One Beats The Rug The Beating Is Not Intended Against The Rug But Against The Dust Inside The Rug My Son, That Harsh Treatment Is Not Intended Against You But Against The Ill Qualities Inside You

Smiles Come Best From Those Who Weep.

Love Cannot Be Described. It Must Be Tasted.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?