I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste

When Love First Tasted The Lips Of Being Human, It Started Singing.

And Watch Two Men Washing Clothes, One Makes Dry Clothes Wet. The Other Makes Wet Clothes Dry. They Seem To Be Thwarting Each Other, But Their Work Is A Perfect Harmony. Every Holy Person Seems To Have A Different Doctrine And Practice, But There's Really Only One Work.

In Our Hearts There Burns A Fire... That Burns All Veils To Their Root And Foundation When Those Veils Have Been Burned Away Then The Heart Will Understand Completely. Ancient Love Will Unfold Ever-fresh Forms In The Heart Of The Spirit, In The Core Of The Heart.

I Didn't Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can't Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

Your Body Is Away From Me, But There Is A Window Open From My Heart To Yours.