All People On The Planet Are Children,

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.

I Have Put Duality Away. I Have Seen The Two Worlds Are One.

Every Prophet And Every Saint Has A Way, But All Lead To God. All Ways Are Really One.

Although I May Try To Describe Love, When I Experience It, I Am Speechless.

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.