The Soul Is Here For Its Own

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

God Put Thorns Around The Love's Door To Stop Anyone Who's Not A Lover From Entering.

You Have Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper. Love Flows Down. The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers What Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That? Do Not Put Blankets Over The Drum. Open Completely.

Go To The Well Of Deep Love Inside Each Of Us.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.