And If You Are A Rose, I

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.

When The Goodwill Of Hearts Is With You, Fountains Of Wisdom Will Begin To Flow From Within Your Own Being.

What Comes, Will Go. What Is Found, Will Be Lost Again. But What You Are Is Beyond Coming And Going And Beyond Description.

I Am Amazed At The Seeker Of Purity When Time For Polishing Comes Complaints Of Harsh Treatment Love Is A Lawsuit Without Evidence, You Will Not Win My Son, When One Beats The Rug The Beating Is Not Intended Against The Rug But Against The Dust Inside The Rug My Son, That Harsh Treatment Is Not Intended Against You But Against The Ill Qualities Inside You

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?