Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A

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 Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely Places

In This Place Of Light: He Dares To Live Who Stops Being A Bird, Yet Beats His Wings Against The Immense Immeasurable Emptiness Of Things.

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire