Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.
In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.
The soul has been given its own ears to hear things mind does not understand.
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
There is a path from me to you that I am constantly looking for.
Close your eyes, fall in Love, stay there.