Fling Me Across The Fabric Of Time

There Is One Way Of Breathing That Is Shameful And Constricted. Then, There's Another Way: A Breath Of Love That Takes You All The Way To Infinity.

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.

I Have No Fear To Burn My Mouth And Throat I’m Ready To Drink Every Flame And More.

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.