In The Silence Of Love You Will

In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

While Still In The Cage Of Your Being Behold The Spirit Bird Before It Flies Away.

They Say There Is A Doorway From Heart To Heart, But What Is The Use Of A Door When There Are No Walls?