If You Want To Be More Alive,

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.

You Think Of Yourself As A Citizen Of The Universe. You Think You Belong To This World Of Dust And Matter. Out Of This Dust You Have Created A Personal Image, And Have Forgotten About The Essence Of Your True Origin

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

One Day You Will Take Me Completely Out Of Myself, I'll Do What The Angels Cannot Do. Your Eyelash Will Write On My Cheek The Poem That Hasn't Been Thought Of.

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.