Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.