You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
Be patient where you sit in the dark. The dawn is coming
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
The love religion is all that is written here.
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.