Where You Are, Whatever Your Condition Is;

Love, The Life-giving Garden Of This World.

If I Can Only Recount The Story Of My Life Right Out Of My Body Flames Will Grow

Hungry, You're A Dog, Angry And Bad-natured. Having Eaten Your Fill, You Become A Carcass; You Lie Down Like A Wall, Senseless. At One Time A Dog, At Another Time A Carcass, How Will You Run With Lions, Or Follow The Saints?

My Boat Strikes Something Deep. At First Sounds Of Silence, Waves. Nothing Has Happened; Or Perhaps Everything Has Happened. And I Am Sitting In My New Life.

One Of The Marvels Of The World: The Sight Of A Soul Sitting In Prison With The Key In Its Hand.