Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned

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.

Are You Searching For The River Of Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Prison. Leave The Stream And Join The River That Flows Into The Ocean.

In The Silence Between Your Heartbeat Bides A Summons. Do You Hear It? Name It If You Must, Or Leave It Forever Nameless, But Why Pretend It Is Not There?

There Is No Worse Torture Than Knowing Intellectually About Love And The Way.

Don't You Know Yet? It Is Your Light That Lights The Worlds.