I Want To Believe I Am Looking

So This Is How You Swim Inward. So This Is How You Flow Outwards. So This Is How You Pray.

I Believe In Kindness. Also In Mischief.

People Want Poetry. They Need Poetry. They Get It. They Don't Want Fancy Work.

Along With The Differences That Abide In Each Of Us, There Is Also In Each Of Us A Maverick, The Darling Stubborn One Who Won't Listen, Who Insists, Who Chooses Preference Or The Spirited Guess Over Yardsticks Or Even History. I Suspect This Maverick Is Somewhat What The Soul Is, Or At Least That The Soul Lives Close By And Companionably With Its Agitating And Inquiring Force.

Attention Is The Beginning Of Devotion.