Move Outside The Tangle Of

The Moon Has Become A Dancer At This Festival Of Love.

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

Love Isn't The Work Of The Tender And The Gentle; Love Is The Work Of Wrestlers. The One Who Becomes A Servant Of Lovers Is Really A Fortunate Sovereign. Don't Ask Anyone About Love; Ask Love About Love. Love Is A Cloud That Scatters Pearls.

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who Are You Looking For? Your Beloved Is Right Here.