Your Body Is The Harp

Is Not The Beautiful Moon, That Inspires Poets, The Same Moon Which Angers The Silence Of The Sea With A Terrible Roar?

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding... And Could You Keep Your Heart In Wonder At The Daily Miracles Of Your Life, Your Pain Would Not Seem Less Wondrous Than Your Joy

Which Of You Would Be Silent - When All Else Sings Together In Unison?

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.