To Love Is To Reach God.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

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.

At The End Of My Life, With Just One Breath Left, If You Come, I’ll Sit Up And Sing.

From "wetness And Water" How Does A Part Of The World Leave The World? How Can Wetness Leave Water? Do Not Try To Put Out A Fire By Throwing On More Fire. Do Not Wash A Wound With Blood. No Matter How Fast You Run, Your Shadow More Than Keeps Up. Sometimes It's In Front. Only Full, Overhead Sun Diminishes Your Shadow. But That Shadow Has Been Serving You. What Hurts You Blesses You. Darkness Is Your Candle. Your Boundaries Are Your Quest.