Respond to every call that excites your spirit.

Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

Lovers don't meet in the end, they are in each other forever.

There is no reality but God , says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

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.