Hold On To The Reins Of Love

Do Not Worry If All The Candles In The World Flicker And Die. We Have The Spark That Starts The Fire.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

Your Body Is Away From Me, But There Is A Window Open From My Heart To Yours.