"How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea/Whose action is no stronger than a flower?" William Shakespeare asked a question that still reverberates down to our war ravaging, world destroying, and nature polluting age. Power, ignorance, and willful deceit, not just time, work to destroy life. Buddha silently held up a flower pointing to reality that the world had ignored whose smile of awareness one of his followers had directly seen and experienced for himself. The poems in this book interweave these two themes. Themes of the power of what is seemingly without power to assuage human suffering and agony. Do poems themselves have any such power? Can the reader empower the poetry that the poet has embodied in the poem? Our most subtle feelings are our common fuse.