We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion,

For Only When Faithfulness Turns To Betrayal And Betrayal Into Trust Can Any Human Being Become Part Of The Truth.

What Will Our Children Do In The Morning If They Do Not See Us Fly?

I Am Like The Heaven, Like The Moon, Like A Candle By Your Glow; I Am All Reason, All Love, All Soul, By Your Soul.

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

One Day You Will Take Me Completely Out Of Myself, I'll Do What The Angels Cannot Do. Your Eyelash Will Write On My Cheek The Poem That Hasn't Been Thought Of.