Although I May Try To Describe Love,

Two There Are Who Are Never Satisfied -- The Lover Of The World And The Lover Of Knowledge.

Never Be Without Remembrance Of Him, For His Remembrance Gives Strength And Wings To The Bird Of The Spirit.

You Have Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper. Love Flows Down. The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers What Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That? Do Not Put Blankets Over The Drum. Open Completely.

Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing In Our Souls

Everyone Is Overridden By Thoughts; That's Why They Have So Much Heartache And Sorrow.