If You Have No Eyes, Do Not

When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The Night Sky, Climb Up On The Roof And Dance And Say, Like This?

The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What To Ignore.

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

God Turns You From One Feeling To Another And Teaches By Means Of Opposites So That You Will Have Two Wings To Fly, Not One.