Listen To Presences Inside Poems, Let Them

Walk To The Well. Turn As The Earth And The Moon Turn, Circling What They Love. Whatever Circles Comes From The Center.

Love Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End. Imagine, A Suspended Ocean, Riding On A Cushion Of Ancient Secrets.

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

I Wonder From These Thousand Of "me's", Which One Am I? Listen To My Cry, Do Not Drown My Voice I Am Completely Filled With The Thought Of You. Don't Lay Broken Glass On My Path I Will Crush It Into Dust. I Am Nothing, Just A Mirror In The Palm Of Your Hand, Reflecting Your Kindness, Your Sadness, Your Anger. If You Were A Blade Of Grass Or A Tiny Flower I Will Pitch My Tent In Your Shadow. Only Your Presence Revives My Withered Heart. You Are The Candle That Lights The Whole World And I Am An Empty Vessel For Your Light. Rumi - "hidden Music

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.