There Is A Secret Medicine Given Only

You've Come To Know The Fortunate And The Inauspicious Stars, But You Don't Know Whether You Yourself Are Fortunate Or Lucky.

Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts A Mirror Up To Where You're Bravely Working.

Shams, My Body Is A Candle Touched With Fire.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

And Don't Think The Garden Loses Its Ecstasy In Winter. It's Quiet, But The Roots Are Down There Riotous.