The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute,

I Belong To The Beloved. Have Seen The Two Worlds As One And That One Call To And Know. ...first, Last, Outer, Inner, Only That Breath Breathing. Human Being.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water.

The Body Is Not Hidden From The Soul, Nor Is The Soul Hidden From The Body, And Yet The Soul Is Not For Everyone To See.

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.