Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces.

Whereas the insufficiency of a love neither sustained nor supreme cannot be ignored, the same should not be taken as cause to avoid one’s total spiritual contractual engagement to this world.

Got just enough room/ to be a friend of yours./ Oh I hope you got room/ to be a friend of mine.

“A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another, yet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life’s endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates life’s beginnings, along with all the muted and explosive moments that surface between the two extremes.”

That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields–– harvests grace with joy.

Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.

Overall, my books represent a kind of shared communion and meditation with my fellow human beings… The books are also a part of what I call the great continuum of spiritual literary dialogue that I feel has been in progress since human beings first gave in to the urge to pray to their sense of something greater than themselves and interpreted certain signs or events or silences as responses to those prayers.

War poisons the land/ Like diseased minds downloaded/ into bowls of tears.

To create art with all the passion in one's soul is to live art with all the beauty in one's heart.

As goes love so goes life.