Let The Lover Be Disgraceful, Crazy, Absent-minded.

Angels Dance Only With You, Beloved And Only Before You Do I Bow In Adoration. You May Accept Me Or Not But I Will Be At Your Feet Forever.

How Did You Get Here? Close Your Eyes . . . And Surrender!

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

If All The Harps In The World Were Burned Down, Still Inside The Heart There Will Be Hidden Music Playing.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.