“All that I loveI fold over onceAnd once again”

“For when down on the kneesThe man (or god) stretches the armsIn giving,It is no accident the handsAre curled like bowls or cups,For he offers self, yetBegs it back again.”

“To scale all love downTo a cupped hand’s size”

“It’s utter sublimation,A feat, this heart’s controlMoment to momentTo scale all love downTo a cupped hand’s size”

“Love is many and truth is just,And so we are; Both What we choose,And we refuse.”

“True that life is given,And received. But truer still:The single-act of givingMakes the offerer the beggar, too—”

“Each time you happen to me all over again.”