There Is A Path From Me To

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

The Kitchen Of The Body Darkens The Lives Of Lovers. Fasting Came To Enlighten Them.

Everyone Turns Toward Someone. Look For One Scarred By The King's Polo Stick.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

There Is A Soul Within The Soul. Seek It Out. There Is A Treasure In Your Mountain. Seek It Out. A Mystic In Motion, If That's What You Are, Don't Seek Out There; Seek Inside.