If You Look Too Closely At The

In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

There's No Need To Travel Anywhere. Journey Within Yourself.

If You Put On Shoes That Are Too Tight And Walk Out Across An Empty Plain, You Will Not Feel The Freedom Of The Place Unless You Take Off Your Shoes. Your Shoe-constriction Has You Confined. At Night Before Sleeping You Take Off The Tight Shoes, And Your Soul Releases Into A Place It Knows. Dreams Glide Deeper.