Lovers Have Heartaches That Can't Be Cured

When You Lose All Sense Of Self The Bonds Of A Thousands Chains Will Vanish. Lose Yourself Completely, Return To The Root Of The Root Of Your Own Soul.

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

Nothing I Say Can Explain To You Divine Love Yet All Of Creation Cannot Seem To Stop Talking About It.

Everything In The Universe Is A Pitcher Brimming With Wisdom And Beauty.