Your Body Is Woven From The Light

Forget The Future. I'd Worship Someone Who Could Do That.

When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

Love, The Life-giving Garden Of This World.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

I Never Really Cared For The Things Of This World. It Was The Glow Of Your Presence That Filled It With Beauty.