In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.