I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

I Can't Go On Flying Apart Just For Those Who Want The Benefit Of A Few Verbal Kicks. My God, Do You Know What Poems Like That Cost? They're Not Written Vicariously: They Come Out Of Actual Suffering, Real Madness.

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.