Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not

There Is No Escape From Metre; There Is Only Mastery.

Words Move, Music Moves Only In Time; But That Which Is Only Living Can Only Die. Words, After Speech, Reach Into The Silence. Only By The Form, The Pattern, Can Words Or Music Reach The Stillness.

I Had Seen Birth And Death But Had Thought They Were Different.

Would It Have Been Worth While, To Have Bitten Off The Matter With A Smile, To Have Squeezed The Universe Into A Ball To Roll It Towards Some Overwhelming Question

People Find A Way In Which They Can Say Something.