Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field, I'll meet you there
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.
Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave 'til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.
Everything has to do with loving and not loving.
Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.