We cannot help projecting whatever we have inside. Poker face withstanding, our hearts reveal our tide.

Are we high or low? Are we healthy here and now? Try as we might, we cannot disguise the symphony on our brow.

Are we loving or hate-filled? Are we kind or mean? Our feelings exude and reveal; our inner world is seen.

And so I pay less attention to my looking glass; more attention to what I see and avoid my being crass.

As the moon reflects the sun, as water reflects the moon, my goal is to clearly project the truth of bright high noon.”

NATURAL BEAUTY AND OTHER POEMS, p.50