What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.
'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!
Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.
The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.
A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.