To Praise The Sun Is

What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That, When Spring Arrives, It Should Not Be Annihilated For A Tree To Arrive.

Poetry Can Be Dangerous, Especially Beautiful Poetry, Because It Gives The Illusion Of Having Had The Experience Without Actually Going Through It.

Turning Toward What You Deeply Love Saves You

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

If You Put Your Heart Against The Earth With Me In Serving Every Creature, Our Beloved Will Enter You From Our Sacred Realm, And We Will Be, We Will Be So Happy.