Be Melting Snow. Wash Yourself Of Yourself.

Listen To Presences Inside Poems.

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Plant The Love Of The Holy Ones Within Your Spirit; Don't Give Your Heart To Anything, But The Love Of Those Whose Hearts Are Glad.

Try Another Way Of Looking. Try You Looking And The Whole Universe Seeing.