One evening, in the Solitude, short poems began flowing out, one after another. Today, here are some of them, followed by a short sentence arising days prior. These poems, some would say, mystical, some would observe paradox. My poetry is usually paradoxical, often more like a koan, offering reflection, a door that may open to clarity, so the confusion inhering in the poem is intended to be confusing. We come to clarity, spiritually, not through the mind, but within and through the one Heart, so the mind must be confused and disabled, then a door opens. You see what you did not anticipate seeing, could not think yourself into seeing ~ thankfully! And, remember, the message you may think one of these poems shares, well, some shallow wells may be bottomless, when you really give time to see. Thank You!