In this recording, t.k. discusses this poem:
Vanity is the name for seeing higher and lower.
There is a name for judgements, it is conceit.
Vainglory is the synonym of me and mine.
Thank you for the teachings that burned.
Thank you for the blessings that stung.
Thank you for the grace of knowing loss.
In my heart there is no more room for the
image of a stranger.
Love’s meaning is an immanence of adventure.
HeartBreak is the intimation of closeness.
Love and HeartBreak, Her gifts to the hallowed.
In my heart there is no more room for the
image of a stranger.
My life is a slow revealing mystery - joy from pain.
You too long to see as you have been seen.
Your life, like mine, is made from infinity lost.
Kiss Her, your Heart will have no more room for the
image of a stranger.
