If The House Of The World Is

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

Physical Existence Is So Cramped.we Grow Old And Bent Over Like Embryos.nine Months Passes;it Is Time To Be Born. The Lamb Wants To Graze Green Daylight. There Are Ways Of Being Born Twice,of Coming To Where You Fly,not Individually Like Birds, But As The Sun Moves With His Bride,sincerity.

In Truth Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved, And Our Seeking Is His Seeking And Our Words Are His Words... We Search For Him Here And There, While Looking Right At Him. Sitting By His Side, We Ask: 'o Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?'

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

I Am So Mad With Love That Mad Men Say To Me - Be Still!