If You Wish To Be A Mine

Every Need Brings What's Needed. Pain Bears Its Cure Like A Child. Having Nothing Produces Provisions. Ask A Difficult Question, And The Marvelous Answer Appears.

Be Melting Snow. Wash Yourself Of Yourself.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.