A Soul Which Is Not

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

How Far Is The Light Of The Moon From The Moon? How Far Is The Taste Of Candy From The Lip?

Sit Quietly And Listen For A Voice That Will Say, "be More Silent." As That Happens, Your Soul Starts To Revive.

He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is Higher Than The Angels; He Whose Lust Overcomes His Intelligence Is Less Than An Animal.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.