My Beloved Grows Right Out Of My

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

Tie Two Birds Together. They Will Not Be Able To Fly, Even Though They Now Have Four Wings.

Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

In This Mob Of I's Inside, Which One Is Me? Hear Me Out. I Know I'm Wandering, But Don't Start Putting A Lid On This Racket. No Telling What I'll Do Then. Every Moment I'm Thrown By Your Story. One Moment It's Happy, And I'm Singing. One Moment It's Sad, And I'm Weeping. It Turns Bitter, And I Pull Away. But Then You Spill A Little Grace, And Just Like That, I'm All Light. It's Not So Bad, This Arrangement, Actually.

Be Occupied, Then, With What You Really Value And Let The Thief Take Something Else.