When Water Gets Caught In Habitual Whirlpools,

If My Head Holds One Thought Wise And Clear, It's You. Poor As I Am, What I Hold Dear Is You. No Matter How I See Myself, I'm Nothing ... Anything I Am Entirely Is You!

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is Pain.

I Was You And Never Knew It.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.