Love Is The Bridge Between

Silence Is The Sea, And Speech Is Like The River. The Sea Is Seeking You: Don't Seek The River. Don't Turn Your Head Away From The Signs Offered By The Sea.

For The Water Animals, The Ocean Is Like A Garden; For The Land Animals, It Is Death And Pain.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

When The Remedy You Have Offered Only Increases The Disease, Then Leave Him Who Will Not Be Cured, And Tell Your Story To Someone Who Seeks The Truth.