[1] Humility

Field of grass Heavy with seed, I spend long hours Interrogating you

For the secret of Contenment. Teach me The technique to be Greatful, to bow,

And touch the ground, A pilgrim offering thanks.

[2] Fullfilment

If you need a way To understand fullfilment Of desire, study the summer's

Perfection, which quickens Everything to a high pitch Of green. There is no effort

And no rest. When this epic, or any epic, is read one doesn't notice how many pages were turned and how many more are left to turn.

[3]Meetings

When you meet someone, don't do it As dust settles in untouched rooms. Be the moth that hurls itself at flame.

And then wonder at the strange maps That would result in the ever growing Atlas of your dying life.

[4]Desire

You desire everything, yet only feebly. Your friable bones are untouched by it. Your blood is not the filament Of life's aceytylene torch yet.

So hide your hungers. Do not beg obsequeisly. Let your hunger feed On itself. Let it become so strong That God himself will come to serve Your feast!