Don't Regret What's Happened. If It's In

Love Is A Tree; And Lovers Are Its Shade.

You Have To Keep Breaking Your Heart Until It Opens.

Be Occupied, Then, With What You Really Value And Let The Thief Take Something Else.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence Or In Absence.

I Have No Companion But Love, No Beginning, No End, No Dawn. The Soul Calls From Within Me: 'you, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.'