The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With

To Love Is To Reach God.

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.