From The Distance You Only

I Am Bewildered By The Magnificence Of Your Beauty; And Wish To See You With A Hundred Eyes . . . I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.

Work In The Invisible World At Least As Hard As You Do In The Visible.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

There Is A Community Of The Spirit. Join It, And Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise. Drink All Your Passion, And Be A Disgrace. Close Both Eyes To See With The Other Eye.