If I gave up sanity,
I could fill a hundred versions of you.

There is no liquid like a tear
from a lover’s eye.

I honor those who try
to rid themselves of any lying,
who empty the self
and have only clear being there.

God only knows, I don’t.
what keeps me laughing.

The stem of a flower
moves when the air moves.

I reach for a piece of wood. It turns into a lute.
I do some meanness. It turns out helpful.
I say one must not travel during the holy month.
Then I start out, and wonderful things happen.