I Can Sense Your Presence In My

Tie Two Birds Together. They Will Not Be Able To Fly, Even Though They Now Have Four Wings.

Be Relentless In Your Looking, Because You Are The One You Seek.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.