Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us,

Without Love, All Worship Is A Burden, All Dancing Is A Chore, All Music Is Mere Noise.

You Wander From Room To Room Hunting For The Diamond Necklace That Is Already Around Your Neck!

All The World Loves You, But You Are Nowhere To Be Found, Hidden And Yet . . . Completely Obvious!

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.