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

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

“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.”

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

“All that I loveI fold over onceAnd once again”

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

“I can give you a cup of tea in no time-and you won't meet any bores.”