Do Not Grieve Over Any Joy That

I Am Amazed At The Seeker Of Purity When Time For Polishing Comes Complaints Of Harsh Treatment Love Is A Lawsuit Without Evidence, You Will Not Win My Son, When One Beats The Rug The Beating Is Not Intended Against The Rug But Against The Dust Inside The Rug My Son, That Harsh Treatment Is Not Intended Against You But Against The Ill Qualities Inside You

For The Thirst To Possess Your Love, Is Worth My Blood A Hundred Times.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

Fasting Blinds The Body In Order To Open The Eyes Of Your Soul.

The Silk Worm I Stood Before A Silk Worm One Day. And That Night My Heart Said To Me, "i Can Do Things Like That, I Can Spin Skies, I Can Be Woven Into Love That Can Bring Warmth To People; I Can Be Soft Against A Crying Face, I Can Be Wings That Lift, And I Can Travel On My Thousand Feet Throughout The Earth, My Sacs Filled With The Sacred." And I Replied To My Heart, "dear, Can You Really Do All Those Things?" And It Just Nodded "yes" In Silence. So We Began And Will Never Cease.