Now Is The Time To

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

Don't Grieve For What Doesn't Come. Some Things That Don't Happen Keep Disasters From Happening.

He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is Higher Than The Angels; He Whose Lust Overcomes His Intelligence Is Less Than An Animal.

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.