I Should Be Suspicious Of What I

There Is My Body, In It An Ocean Formed Of His Glory, All The Creation, All The Universes, All The Galaxies, Are Lost In It.

My Dear Heart, Never Think You Are Better Than Others. Listen To Their Sorrows With Compassion. If You Want Peace, Don't Harbor Bad Thoughts, Do Not Gossip And Don't Teach What You Do Not Know.

Any Wine Will Get You High. Judge Like A King, And Choose The Purest, The Ones Unadulterated With Fear, Or Some Urgency About "what's Needed."

We Cannot Steal The Fire. We Must Enter It.

In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.