And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.
Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.
Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.
Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.