Close Both Eyes To See With The

Lovers Move Like Lightning And Wind. No Contest. Theologians Mumble, Rumble-dumble, Necessity And Free Will, While Lover And Beloved Pull Themselves Into Each Other.

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

May This Marriage Be Full Of Laughter, Our Every Day In Paradise.

Speak A New Language So That The World Will Be A New World.

The World Is A Mountain, In Which Your Words Are Echoed Back To You.