The Testing Of Good And

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles And The One Great Turning, Our Souls Are Dancing With You, Without Feet, They Dance. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear? All Day And Night, Music, A Quiet, Bright Reedsong. If It Fades, We Fade.

Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden Mercy

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.

Today I Am Wise, So I Am Changing Myself.