A warm, rainy day-this is how it feels when friends get together. Friend refreshes friend then, as flowers do each others, in a spring rain.

Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Earth tries to work sorcery on us, saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, but we outwit that spell by enjoying this now.

I opened my arms to Love and Love embraced me like a Lover

What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

What a Joy, to travel the way of the heart