Escape From The Power Of The Hunting

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.

In My Garden The Winds Have Beaten The Ripe Lilies; In My Garden, The Salt Has Wilted The First Flakes Of Young Narcissus.

It Is No Madness To Say You Will Fall, You Great Cities.

There's A Black Rose Growing In Your Garden.