In Real Existence There Is

Hungry, You're A Dog, Angry And Bad-natured. Having Eaten Your Fill, You Become A Carcass; You Lie Down Like A Wall, Senseless. At One Time A Dog, At Another Time A Carcass, How Will You Run With Lions, Or Follow The Saints?

Rush Out In The Rain To Be Soaked With The Sky.

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

When Lovers Of Life Get Ready To Dance, The Earth Shakes And The Sky Trembles.

Live At The Empty Heart Of Paradox. I'll Dance With You There, Cheek To Cheek.