Everyone you see, you say to them,
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us to connect.
Why not become one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying
With that sweet moon
What every other eye in this world
Is dying to
Beautiful. I don't remember where I first read this, but it stopped me in my tracks and I've been thinking about it ever since. I recently found it again, and just had to share. I've got to get a book of his poetry.