Humble Living Does Not Diminish. It Fills.

It May Be That The Satisfaction I Need Depends On My Going Away, So That When I've Gone And Come Back, I'll Find It At Home.

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.

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.

They Try To Say What You Are, Spiritual Or Sexual? They Wonder About Solomon And All His Wives. In The Body Of The World, They Say, There Is A Soul And You Are That. But We Have Ways Within Each Other That Will Never Be Said By Anyone.