There Are No Edges To My Loving

My Boat Strikes Something Deep. At First Sounds Of Silence, Waves. Nothing Has Happened; Or Perhaps Everything Has Happened. And I Am Sitting In My New Life.

Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The Same.

Brother, Stand The Pain. Escape The Poison Of Your Impulses. The Sky Will Bow To Your Beauty, If You Do. Learn To Light The Candle. Rise With The Sun. Turn Away From The Cave Of Your Sleeping. That Way A Thorn Expands To A Rose.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

What You Have Despised In Yourself As A Thorn Opens Into A Rose.