The Satiated Person And The

My Soul Is My Guide, For My Soul Is Of That Abode. I Will Not Speak Of The Earthly. I Am Of The Unknown

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

We Began As Mineral. We Emerged Into Plant Life, And Into The Animal State, And Then Into Being Human, And Always We Have Forgotten Our Former States, Except In Early Spring When We Slightly Recall Being Green Again.

But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity, And Let Those Be The Wings That Lift And Soar Through The Celestial Spheres.