Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not

I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover

Love Is A Tree; And Lovers Are Its Shade.

A True Lover Is Proved Such By His Pain Of Heart! No Sickness Is There Like Sickness Of Heart!!!

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

Lovers Find Secret Places Inside This Violent World Where They Make Transactions With Beauty.