Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself,

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

Most People Guard Against Going Into The Fire, And So End Up In It.

You Are The Fountain Of The Sun. I'm The Shadow Of A Willow. You Fall Upon My Forehead. I Melt. You Slip Into My Heart. It Spills Open. You Surround Me With Such Sweetness. I Make It My Home.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.