When Someone Is Counting Out Gold For

I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is Love Surely My Master Won't Let Me Grow To Be A Fool.

I Looked For God. I Went To A Temple And I Didn't Find Him There. Then I Went To A Church And I Didn't Find Him There. The I Went To A Mosque And I Didn't Find Him There. Then Finally I Looked In My Heart And There He Was.

I Am An Ark In The Swift Flood Of Time, And My Companions, A Fellowship. Who Throws In With Us Sails Into Light.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.