What Is Planted In Each Person's Soul

You Have To Keep Breaking Your Heart Until It Opens.

Lo, For I To Myself Am Unknown, Now In God's Name What Must I Do?

The Law Of Wonder Rules My Life At Last, ...i Burn Each Second Of My Life To Love Each Second Of My Life Burns Out In Love In Each Leaping Second Love Lives Afresh.

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

The Same Wind That Uproots Trees Makes The Grass Shine. The Lordly Wind Loves The Weakness And The Lowness Of Grasses. Never Brag Of Being Strong. The Axe Doesn't Worry How Thick The Branches Are. It Cuts Them To Pieces. But Not The Leaves. It Leaves The Leaves Alone.