I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.

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.

This dance is the joy of existence.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.