In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.

Love Risks Everything And Asks For Nothing.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.

If You Want What Visible Reality Can Give, You Are An Employee. If You Want The Unseen World You Are Not Living With Your Truth. Both Wishes Are Foolish, But You'll Be Forgiven For Forgetting That What You Really Want Is Loves Confusing Joy.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.