Swim Out Of Your Little

I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

There Is Some Kiss We Want With Your Whole Lives, The Touch Of Spirit On The Body. Seawater Begs The Pearl To Break Its Shell. And The Lily, How Passionately It Needs Some Wild Darling.

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.

The Armies Of The Day Have Chased The Army Of The Night, Heaven And Earth Are Filled With Purity And Light.

Burdens Are The Foundations Of Ease And Bitter Things The Forerunners Of Pleasure.