Passion Makes The Old Medicine New: Passion

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.

Purify Your Eyes, And See The Pure World. Your Life Will Fill With Radiant Forms.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

And So It Is, That Both The Devil And The Angelic Spirit Present Us With Objects Of Desire To Awaken Our Power Of Choice.

We Were Green: We Ripened And Grew Golden. The Sea Terrified Us: We Learned How To Drown. Squat And Earthbound, We Unfolded Huge Wings. We Started Sober: Are Love's Startled Drunkards. You Hide Me In Your Cloak Of Nothingness Reflect My Ghost In Your Glass Of Being I Am Nothing, Yet Appear: Transparent Dream Where Your Eternity Briefly Trembles.