By Daily Dying, I Have

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

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

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?