And So It Is, That

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

Mount The Stallion Of Love And Do Not Fear The Path, Love’s Stallion Knows The Way Exactly. With One Leap, Love’s Horse Will Carry You Home.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

Every Need Brings In What's Needed. Pain Bears Its Cure Like A Child.