For Only When Faithfulness Turns

We Are The Mirror, As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. Soul Of The World, No Life, Nor World Remain, No Beautiful Women And Men Longing. Only This Ancient Love Circling The Holy Black Stone Of Nothing. Where The Lover Is The Loved, The Horizon And Everything Within It.

I Was Dead, Then Alive. Weeping, Then Laughing. The Power Of Love Came Into Me, And I Became Fierce Like A Lion, Then Tender Like The Evening Star.

Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It.

What The Sayer Of Praise Is Really Praising Is Himself, By Saying Implicitly, My Eyes Are Clear." Likewise, Someone Who Criticizes Is Criticizing Himself, Saying Implicitly, "i Can't See Very Well With My Eyes So Inflamed.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.