Reality Is Blocked By Form And Image.

If You Put On Shoes That Are Too Tight And Walk Out Across An Empty Plain, You Will Not Feel The Freedom Of The Place Unless You Take Off Your Shoes. Your Shoe-constriction Has You Confined. At Night Before Sleeping You Take Off The Tight Shoes, And Your Soul Releases Into A Place It Knows. Dreams Glide Deeper.

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.

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking. Live In Silence.