I Said, O Love, Tell Me This:

You May Learn To Imitate A Birdcall, But Do You Experience What The Nightingale Feels For The Rose?

Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

Are You Jealous Of The Ocean’s Generosity? Why Would You Refuse To Give This Joy To Anyone? Fish Don’t Hold The Sacred Liquid In Cups! They Swim The Huge Fluid Freedom.

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant.