I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or

There Comes A Holy And Transparent Time When Every Touch Of Beauty Opens The Heart To Tears. This Is The Time The Beloved Of Heaven Is Brought Tenderly On Earth. This Is The Time Of The Opening Of The Rose.

One Of The Marvels Of The World: The Sight Of A Soul Sitting In Prison With The Key In Its Hand.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

God Looks Not At Your Form, Nor At Your Deeds, But At Your Heart.

I Become A Waterwheel, Turning And Tasting You, As Long As Water Moves.