The Ground Submits To The Sky And

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.

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

Try Something Different. Surrender.

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.