Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One

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

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant. So Completely Mixed With You, I May Look Separate. So Out In The Open, I Appear Hidden. So Silent, Because I Am Constantly Talking With You.

Let Soul Speak With The Silent Articulation Of A Face.

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

All Your Restlessness Is Out Of Your Desire For Stillness Just Desire Restlessly, Then, Love Will Fill And Still You. All Your Unhealthiness Is Out Of Your Desire For Health, Just Abandon Health, Then, Even Poison Will Heal You.