The Gifts Of Lovers To One Another

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.

Inside Any Deep Asking Is The Answering.

We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion, You Are The Absolute Cause Of Causes.

Although I May Try To Describe Love, When I Experience It, I Am Speechless.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.