Beyond Ideas, There's A Field. Will You

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

Last Night My Teacher Taught Me The Lesson Of Poverty: Having Nothing And Wanting Nothing.

If I Can Only Recount The Story Of My Life Right Out Of My Body Flames Will Grow

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

If You Look Too Closely At The Form, You Miss The Essence.