At The End Of My Life, With

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

Intellect In Its Effort To Explain Love Got Stuck In The Mud Like An Ass. Love Alone Could Explain Love And Loving.

Love Is That Flame That Once Kindled Burns Everything, And Only The Mystery And The Journey Remain.

Your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.