Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into

I Have Been So Naughted In Thy Love's Existence That My Nonexistence Is A Thousand Times Sweeter Than My Existence

That's How You Came Here, Like A Star Without A Name. Move Across The Night Sky With Those Anonymous Lights.

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

I Am A Bird Of God's Garden And I Do Not Belong To This Dusty World For A Day Or Two They Have Put Me Here In This Cage Of My Own Body I Did Not Come Here Of My Own I Will Not Return Of My Own To My Own Country.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.