You May Learn To Imitate A Birdcall,

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

Wings Of Love Long Only To Fly Away From All Directions.

There Is Hope After Despair And Many Suns After Darkness.

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.