Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?
Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.
Come to the Root of the Root of your Self
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God