Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things

I Made An Oath To Myself: As Long As I Live As Long As My Soul Remains In This Body I Won't Deviate From The Right Way But Later I Looked To My Left And Then To My Right And I Saw Our Beloved Everywhere How Could I Make A Wrong Turn?

How Far Is The Light Of The Moon From The Moon? How Far Is The Taste Of Candy From The Lip?

One Day You Will Take Me Completely Out Of Myself, I'll Do What The Angels Cannot Do. Your Eyelash Will Write On My Cheek The Poem That Hasn't Been Thought Of.

There Is Some Kiss We Want With Your Whole Lives, The Touch Of Spirit On The Body. Seawater Begs The Pearl To Break Its Shell. And The Lily, How Passionately It Needs Some Wild Darling.

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.