Every Forest Branch Moves Differently In The

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

Whoever Is Sitting With Friends Is In The Midst Of A Flower Garden, Though He May Be In The Fire. Whoever Sits With An Enemy Is In The Fire, Even Though He Is In The Midst Of A Garden.

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

My Heart Is Burning With Love. All I Can See Is This Flame. My Heart Is Burning With Passion, Like Waves On An Ocean. I'm At Home, Wherever I Am. And In The Room Of Lovers, I Can See With Closed Eyes The Beauty That Dances. Behind The Veils, Intoxicated With Love, I Too Dance The Rhythm Of This Moving World.

Tie Two Birds Together. They Will Not Be Able To Fly, Even Though They Now Have Four Wings.