The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

Long Live The Weeds That Overwhelm My Narrow Vegetable Realm! The Bitter Rock, The Barren Soil That Force The Son Of Man To Toil; All Things Unholy, Marred By Curse, The Ugly Of The Universe.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.