If The Foot Of The Trees Were

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

The Soul Lives There In The Silent Breath.

Hungry, You're A Dog, Angry And Bad-natured. Having Eaten Your Fill, You Become A Carcass; You Lie Down Like A Wall, Senseless. At One Time A Dog, At Another Time A Carcass, How Will You Run With Lions, Or Follow The Saints?

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire.