You could string a hundred endless days together, My soul would find no comfort from this pain. You laugh at my tale? You may be educated But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane

A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.

Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.

You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love

Poems are rough notations for the music we are.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you