The Intellectual Quest, Though Fine As Pearl

There Are Many Winds Full Of Anger, And Lust And Greed. They Move The Rubbish Around, But The Solid Mountain Of Our True Nature Stays Where It's Always Been.

I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is Love Surely My Master Won't Let Me Grow To Be A Fool.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.

There Is A Place Where Words Are Born Of Silence.

In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.