PREFACE

Oh pilgrim heed these poems of wise wisdom sent like perfumed scent upon moon beams objects of senses enchain thy flesh with desires never filled with longings into the great abysses sent senses filled with honey but poison be to enslave thy mind a bee crazy drunk on the blooms that destroy he with each new sense thy flesh burns till with craving to ashes thee returns to desires unfulfilled each sense renounced bring greater pain to give one up one just longs for it the more