Let The Beauty We Love Do What

The Lovers Of God Have No Religion But God Alone.

He Has Afflicted You From Every Direction In Order To Pull You Back To The Directionless.

When Love Itself Comes To Kiss You, Don't Hold Back!

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.