Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far

Let Soul Speak With The Silent Articulation Of A Face.

In His Mind She Lay At His Lap With His Fingers Gliding Thru Her Straight Beautiful Hair. He Smiles And Says" Your Beauty Lights Up Everything Around You.

We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion, You Are The Absolute Cause Of Causes.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute.