And I Walked, I Walked Through The

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.

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.