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.

Why set your heart on a piece ofearth,seek out the source which shines forever.

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.

Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.

Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.