Don't Grieve For What Doesn't

Your Spirit Is Mingled With Mine What Touches You, Touches Me.

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.

You Are Not One You Are A Thousand. Just Light Your Lantern.

Each Moment From All Sides Rushes To Us The Call To Love. We Are Running To Contemplate Its Vast Green Field. Do You Want To Come With Us?

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.