God Looks Not At Your Form, Nor

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

There Is No Love Greater Than Love With No Object. For Then You, Yourself, Have Become Love, Itself.

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe! Then Inwardly You Are The Great Universe.

‎dancing Is Not Just Getting Up Painlessly, Like A Leaf Blown On The Wind; Dancing Is When You Tear Your Heart Out And Rise Out Of Your Body To Hang Suspended Between The Worlds.