The Real Beloved Is That One Who

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?

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.

There Is A King Who Is Aware Of Every Mask You Put On

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.

If Your Eyes Are Opened, You'll See The Things Worth Seeing.