Learning to cultivate an awareness of the known and unknown within one's being often leads to a healthier and more realistic sense of self.

That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields - harvests grace with joy.

Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.

The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

An author accepting language's invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively--even if with much dread--in ways that synchronize images, ideas, emotions, sounds, smells, ignorance, and knowledge.

Many people can rightfully claim, as much as anyone can rightfully claim anything, that much of their lives have been spent stumbling through a cloud of cluelessness.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.