The Soul Which Cannot Endure Fire And

Keep On Knocking 'til The Joy Inside Opens A Window Look To See Who's There

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

A Lover Knows Only Humility, He Has No Choice. He Steals Into Your Alley At Night, He Has No Choice. He Longs To Kiss Every Lock Of Your Hair, Don't Fret, He Has No Choice. In His Frenzied Love For You, He Longs To Break The Chains Of His Imprisonment, He Has No Choice.

If You Have No Eyes, Do Not Walk Blindly; Take A Staff In Your Hand. If You Have No Staff Of Insight, Do Not Walk Without A Guide.

But Learn This Custom From The Flower: Silence Your Tongue.