When Setting Out On A Journey Do

I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or Respectability. I Want This Music, And This Dawn, And The Warmth Of Your Cheek Against Mine.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

Open The Window Of Your Heart And Let The Spirit Speak

At Every Moment, Love's Voice Talks To Us From Left And From Right. All We Have To Do Is To Know How To Listen.