If All The Harps In The World

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

Tender Words We Spoke To One Another Are Sealed In The Secret Vaults Of Heaven. One Day Like Rain, They Will Fall To Earth And Grow Green All Over The World.

Every Object And Being In The Universe Is A Jar Overflowing With Wisdom And Beauty,a Drop Of The Tigris That Cannot Be Contained By Any Skin. Every Jarful Spills And Makes The Earth More Shining, As Though Covered In Satin... Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It. It Will Turn To Gold. Resurrection Will Be Now. Every Moment, A New Beauty.

Although I May Try To Describe Love, When I Experience It, I Am Speechless.