Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
If you want money more than anything, you'll be bought and sold your whole life.
I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.