There Is Only One Search: Wandering... No

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 . . .

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.

In The Friend-place Nothing True Can Be Said. Let Me Just Be Here.

Be Silent, Only The Hand Of God Can Remove The Burdens Of Your Heart.

You, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.