Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

Death Was Not. I Lived In A Simple Drowse:hands And Hair Moved Through A Dream Of Wakening Blossoms.rain Sweetened The Cave And The Dove Still Called;the Flowers Leaned On Themselves, The Flowers In Hollows;and Love, Love Sang Toward.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.