Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

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

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.