Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe!

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...

Every Leaf That Grows Will Tell You: What You Sow Will Bear Fruit, So If You Have Any Sense My Friend, Don't Plant Anything But Love.

I Have No Companion But Love, No Beginning, No End, No Dawn. The Soul Calls From Within Me: 'you, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.'