When Love First Tasted The Lips Of

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

When You Eventually See Through The Veils To How Things Really Are, You Will Keep Saying Again And Again, This Is Certainly Not Like We Thought It Was.

A Warm, Rainy Day-this Is How It Feels When Friends Get Together. Friend Refreshes Friend Then, As Flowers Do Each Others, In A Spring Rain.

The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused Your Head To Ache.