Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.

LOVE will lay a carpet of treasures under your feet.

Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

Friendship of the wise is good; a wise enemy is better than a foolish friend.

Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

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.