Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
Go to the well of deep Love inside each of Us.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
From the urgent way lovers want each other to the seeker's search for truth, all moving is from the mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I am sunlight slicing the dark.