I Should Have Been A Pair Of

Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not Ready For Thought: So The Darkness Shall Be The Light, And The Stillness Be Dancing. Whisper Of Running Streams, And Winter Lightning. The Wild Thyme Unseen And The Wild Strawberry, The Laughter In The Garden, Echoed Ecstasy Not Lost, But Requiring, Pointing To The Agony Of Death And Birth.

Although I Do Not Hope To Turn Again Although I Do Not Hope Although I Do Not Hope To Turn

This Is One Moment, / But Know That Another / Shall Pierce You With A Sudden Painful Joy.

Signs Are Taken For Wonders. / 'we Would See A Sign!' / The Word Within A Word, Unable To Speak A Word, / Swaddled With Darkness.

Only By Acceptance Of The Past, Can You Alter It