You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

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.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

Try Another Way Of Looking. Try You Looking And The Whole Universe Seeing.

Let Yourself Be Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of That Which You Truly Love.