I Wish I Could Find An Event

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

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.

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

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.