Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

Be An Empty Page, Untouched By Words.

Be A Helpful Friend, And You Will Become A Green Tree With Always New Fruit, Always Deeper Journeys Into Love.

Hear This If You Can: If You Want To Reach Him You Have To Go Beyond Yourself And When You Finally Arrive At The Land Of Absence Be Silent Don’t Say A Thing Ecstasy, Not Words, Is The Language Spoken There

Through Love, All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.