It Is Love And The Lover That

In This Mob Of I's Inside, Which One Is Me? Hear Me Out. I Know I'm Wandering, But Don't Start Putting A Lid On This Racket. No Telling What I'll Do Then. Every Moment I'm Thrown By Your Story. One Moment It's Happy, And I'm Singing. One Moment It's Sad, And I'm Weeping. It Turns Bitter, And I Pull Away. But Then You Spill A Little Grace, And Just Like That, I'm All Light. It's Not So Bad, This Arrangement, Actually.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence Or In Absence.

Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/ Look For The Remedy Inside The Pain/ Because The Rose Came From The Thorn/ And The Ruby Came From A Stone.

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.