Your Hand Opens And Closes

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

I Found The Divine Within My Heart.

The Lover Never Despairs. For A Committed Heart Everything Is Possible.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

I Want To See You. Know Your Voice. Recognize You When You First Come 'round The Corner. Sense Your Scent When I Come Into A Room You've Just Left. Know The Lift Of Your Heel, The Glide Of Your Foot. Become Familiar With The Way You Purse Your Lips Then Let Them Part, Just The Slightest Bit, When I Lean In To Your Space And Kiss You. I Want To Know The Joy Of How You Whisper "more