Soul, If You Want To Learn Secrets,


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.

Physical Existence Is So Cramped.we Grow Old And Bent Over Like Embryos.nine Months Passes;it Is Time To Be Born. The Lamb Wants To Graze Green Daylight. There Are Ways Of Being Born Twice,of Coming To Where You Fly,not Individually Like Birds, But As The Sun Moves With His Bride,sincerity.

There Is Something To Be Said For Anyone Who Sits Alone With Dignity And Silently Begs For God.

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?

If There Were No Way Into God, I Would Not Have Lain In The Grave Of This Body So Long.