What Was Said To The Rose That

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret, And In Exchange Gain The Ocean. Listen, O Drop, Bestow Upon Yourself This Honor, And In The Arms Of The Sea Be Secure. Who Indeed Should Be So Fortunate? An Ocean Wooing A Drop! In God's Name, In God's Name, Sell And Buy At Once! Give A Drop, And Take This Sea Full Of Pearls.

We Are As The Flute, And The Music In Us Is From Thee; We Are As The Mountain And The Echo In Us Is From Thee.

You Are A Lover Of Your Own Experience ... Not Of Me ... You Turn To Me To Feel Ur Own Emotion

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 So It Is, That Both The Devil And The Angelic Spirit Present Us With Objects Of Desire To Awaken Our Power Of Choice.