Cease Looking For Flowers! There

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

Were There No Men Of Vision, All Who Are Blind Would Be Dead.

You Fill Yourself With The Sharp Pain Of Love, Rather Than Its Fulfillment.