Love, The Life-giving Garden Of

Have You Ever Gotten Breathless Before From A Beautiful Face, For I See You There, My Dear.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet.

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.

Be With Those Who Help Your Being. Don't Sit With Indifferent People, Whose Breath Comes Cold Out Of Their Mouths.