Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One

Lovers Move Like Lightning And Wind. No Contest. Theologians Mumble, Rumble-dumble, Necessity And Free Will, While Lover And Beloved Pull Themselves Into Each Other.

Treasure Is Stored In The Ruined Places. Do Not Break The Hearts Of The Poor And Heartbroken People

How Far Is The Light Of The Moon From The Moon? How Far Is The Taste Of Candy From The Lip?

Beg Of God The Removal Of Envy, That God May Deliver You From Externals, And Bestow Upon You An Inward Occupation, Which Will Absorb You So That Your Attention Is Not Drawn Away.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .