I Am Iron Resisting The Most Enormous

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

A Wealth You Cannot Imagine Flows Through You.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

Every Tree, Every Growing Thing As It Grows, Says This Truth, You Harvest What You Sow.

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.