I Came To This Earth So That

And If One Of Our Instruments Breaks, It Doesn't Matter. We Have Fallen Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

What The Sayer Of Praise Is Really Praising Is Himself, By Saying Implicitly, My Eyes Are Clear." Likewise, Someone Who Criticizes Is Criticizing Himself, Saying Implicitly, "i Can't See Very Well With My Eyes So Inflamed.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

You Knock At The Door Of Reality. You Shake Your Thought Wings, Loosen Your Shoulders, And Open.