The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

Light Up The Fire Of Love Inside And Blaze The Thoughts Away.

Once You Have Met A True Human Being, Let Him Not Disappear From The Horizon Of Your Heart.

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.