And I Walked, I Walked Through The

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

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

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.