I Am An Ark In The Swift

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

Listen To Presences Inside Poems.

Love Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End. Imagine, A Suspended Ocean, Riding On A Cushion Of Ancient Secrets.

Look Carefully Around You And Recognize The Luminosity Of Souls. Sit Beside Those Who Draw You To That.

He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.