Love is simply creation's greatest joy.
The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!
A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.
Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.