If You Dig A Pit For Others

I Become A Waterwheel, Turning And Tasting You, As Long As Water Moves.

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.

When You Feel A Peaceful Joy, That's When You Are Near Truth.