There are men and women. And there is the third sex who wear robes of saffron or black
Eunuchs, not for the kingdom of heaven’s sake, but for belly and treasure-stack.
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Think of all the desire-heated branding-irons of lips that sear
God-Man’s cheek. It makes small suffering of thorns, nails and spear.
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Instead of handouts wouldn’t it be better not to have any poor?
Instead of locks wouldn’t it be better not to have any door?
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Last evening there was a crescent moon telling me
Of the time of fullness, of perfect poverty,
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The poverty which is wealth. The darkness full of light.
The mirror, itself nothing, contains love’s face so bright.
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We urge on our endeavor to conquer the world of the senses,
Confident as a horseman putting his mount at the fences.
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I dwell in dust and sing, and my song is most sweet;
For although I lie prostrate I do not entreat.
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God is all-merciful—but don’t expect from him
Kindness according to your own mind’s cut and trim.
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The income from an industrial complex cannot buy
That which the meanest of God’s lovers obtains with one sigh.
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