Although You See The Pit, You Cannot

An Eye Is Meant To See Things. The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy. A Head Has One Use: For Loving A True Love. Feet: To Chase After. Love Is For Vanishing Into The Sky. The Mind, For Learning What Men Have Done And Tried To Do. Mysteries Are Not To Be Solved: The Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why. A Lover Is Always Accused Of Something. But When He Finds His Love, Whatever Was Lost In The Looking Comes Back Completely Changed.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

The Lover Never Despairs. For A Committed Heart Everything Is Possible.

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

You've Gotten Drunk On So Many Kinds Of Wine. Taste This. It Won't Make You Wild. It's Fire. Give Up, If You Don't Understand By This Time That Your Living Is Firewood.