If You Have No Eyes, Do Not

Light Up The Fire Of Love Inside And Blaze The Thoughts Away.

Sell Not Yourself At Little Price, Being So Precious In God's Eyes.

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.