Your body is my prison, Krishna,
I cannot see beyond it.
Your darkness blinds me,
Your love words shut out the wise world's din.

[From Only The Soul Knows How To Sing]

Zhōngyè wù zì qǐ,
Jí cǐ bǎi chǐ quān.
Línmù hán báilù,
Xīngdǒu zài qīng tiān.

Know'st thou what gray Methuselah
Pronounced when parting with this life?
Man's born a slave,
He dies a slave,
And death will never tell him why
He walked this lovely vale of tears,
Suffered, wept, endured, and disappeared.

`Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, laughs at law,
Placing her eggs in whatso nest she will;
And when, at callow-time, you think to find
The sparrow's stationary chirp, lo! bursts
Voyaging voice to glorify the Spring.'

I came here from the forest
I tell you, it is a very holy night!
All over the tips of the firs
I saw bright flashes of golden light ...

Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to come
In bawdy house, that he dares not go home.

Klæd Dig ikke i Rødt, ikke heller i Blaat,
Men altid i Lilla, saa gaaer det Dig godt.

My love and I for kisses play'd,
Shee would keepe stake, I was content,
But when I wonne shee would be paid;
This made mee aske her what she meant.
Pray, since I see (quoth shee) your wrangling vayne,
Take your owne kisses, give me myne againe.

Kissass is the Part of Peace
America will have to Kissass Mother Earth
Whites have to Kissass blacks, for Peace & Pleasure,
Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.

(a haiku)

a languorous kiss —
the faintest smell of ocean —
salt-lipped breeze, pleading —