The Bible - It's Sort Of The

Of All Life's Pleasures, Only Love Owes No Debt To Death.

It Is Terrible How Much Has Been Forgotten, Which Is Why, I Suppose, Remembering Seems A Holy Thing.

One Of His Tears Fell In My Mouth, Where It Became A Blue Sapphire, Source Of Strength, Source Of Strength And Eternal Hope.

One Of My Favorite Poets, Neruda, Writes Close To The Bone. Though I Know Only A Little Spanish, I Like To Compare The Spanish And English Lines And See How The Translator Worked.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.