The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

If I Can Only Recount The Story Of My Life Right Out Of My Body Flames Will Grow

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

I Am Your Lover, Come To My Side, I Will Open The Gate To Your Love. Come Settle With Me, Let Us Be Neighbors To The Stars. You Have Been Hiding So Long, Endlessly Drifting In The Sea Of My Love. Even So, You Have Always Been Connected To Me. Concealed, Revealed, In The Unknown, In The Un-manifest. I Am Life Itself. You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond, I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood. Come Merge With Me, Leave This World Of Ignorance. Be With Me, I Will Open The Gate To Your Love.

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.