Everything You See Has Its

If You Follow The Ways In Which You Were Trained, Which You May Have Inherited, For No Other Reason Than This, You Are Illogical.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

Love Opens My Chest, And Thought Returns To Its Confines.

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

Body Is Not Veiled From Soul, Neither Soul From Body, Yet No Man Hath Ever Seen A Soul.