If I Can Only Recount The Story

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?

The Wealth Within You, Your Essence, Is Your Kingdom.

There Is A Life In You, Search That Life, Search The Secret Jewel In The Mountain Of Your Body.

All Language Is A Longing For Home.

Ignorance I Didn’t Know Love Would Make Me This Crazy, With My Eyes Like The River Ceyhun Carrying Me In Its Rapids Out To Sea,where Every Bit Of Shattered Boat Sinks To The Bottom. An Alligator Lifts Its Head And Swallows The Ocean, Then The Ocean Floor Becomes A Desert Covering The Alligator In Sand Drifts. Changes Do Happen. I Do Not Know How, Or What Remains Of What Has Disappeared Into The Absolute. I Hear So Many Stories And Explanations, But I Keep Quiet, Because I Don’t Know Anything, And Because Something I Swallowed In The Ocean Has Made Me Completely Content With Ignorance.