I Am An Ark In The Swift

He Alone Has The Right To Break, For He Alone Has The Power To Mend.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window

Your Magnificence Has Made Me A Wonder. Your Charm Has Taught Me The Way Of Love.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

Longing Is The Core Of Mystery. Longing Itself Brings The Cure. The Only Rule Is, Suffer The Pain. Your Desires Must Be Disciplined And What You Want To Happen In Time, Sacrificed.