I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is

O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.

What A Relief To Be Empty! Then God Can Live Your Life.

Bring The Pure Wine Of Love And Freedom. But Sir, A Tornado Is Coming. More Wine, We'll Teach This Storm A Thing Or Two About Whirling.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.