Don't Insist On Going Where You Think

I Once Had A Thousand Desires. But In My One Desire To Know You All Else Melted Away.

Be Soulful. Be Kind. Be In Love.

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.