I Am In The House Of Mercy,

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

Your Spirit Is Mingled With Mine What Touches You, Touches Me.

The Images We Create Could Turn Into Wild Beasts And Tear Us To Pieces.

A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For What He Does. A Lover Wants Only To Be In Love's Presence, That Ocean Whose Depth Will Never Be Known.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.