What Is The Body? That Shadow Of

Everyone Sleeps, Except Lovers, Who Stay Awake, Telling Stories To God

If There Were No Way Into God, I Would Not Have Lain In The Grave Of This Body So Long.

Paradise Is Surrounded By What We Dislike; The Fires Of Hell Are Surrounded By What We Desire.

If You Follow The Ways In Which You Were Trained, Which You May Have Inherited, For No Other Reason Than This, You Are Illogical.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.