Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope

It Is Love That Holds Everything Together, And It Is The Everything Also.

There Is A Light Seed Grain Inside. You Fill It With Yourself, Or It Dies.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

I Am Neither Of The East Nor Of The West, No Boundaries Exist Within My Breast.

Let Your Throat-song Be Clear And Strong Enough To Make An Emperor Fall Full-length Suppliant, At The Door.