The Lion Who Breaks The Enemy's Ranks

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

Have You Ever Gotten Breathless Before From A Beautiful Face, For I See You There, My Dear.

Inside Any Deep Asking Is The Answering.

Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who Are You Looking For? Your Beloved Is Right Here.