We Think By Feeling. What Is There

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder Of Poetry, The Eternal Virginity Of Words.

What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make Someone Else Complete? That Woman Would Set Sodden Straw On Fire.