I Am Not From East Or West

A Thousand Half-loves Must Be Forsaken To Take One Whole Heart Home.

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.

Make My Heart, O Heart Of The Universe, A Divine Bird That Nests Only On The Throne Of God.

Moonlight Floods The Whole Sky From Horizon To Horizon; How Much It Can Fill Your Room Depends On Its Windows.

Every Moment A Taste Of That Beauty In Our Mouths, Another Stashed In A Pocket. Impossible To Say What: No Cypress So Handsome, No Sunlight, A Lonely Hiddenness. Other Pleasure Gathers A Crowd, Starts A Fight, Lots Of Noise There. But Soul Beauty Stays Quiet..his Amazing Whereabouts Unknown Inside My Heart.