Your Body Is Woven From The Light

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

The Way To Heaven Is Within. Shake The Wings Of Love-when Love's Wings Have Become Strong, There Is No Need To Trouble About A Ladder.

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

I Want A Trouble-maker For A Lover, Blood Spiller, Blood Drinker, A Heart Of Flame, Who Quarrels With The Sky And Fights With Fate, Who Burns Like Fire On The Rushing Sea.