Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild

Stop Acting So Small. You Are The Universe In Ecstatic Motion.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives. But This Dove Here Senses The Love Hawk Floating Above, And Waits, And Will Not Be Driven Or Scared To Safety.

Longing Is The Core Of Mystery. Longing Itself Brings The Cure. The Only Rule Is, Suffer The Pain. Your Desires Must Be Disciplined And What You Want To Happen In Time, Sacrificed.

Through Your Love Existence And Nonexistence Merge. All Opposites Unite. All That Is Profane Becomes Sacred Again.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?