Be an empty page, untouched by words.
Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.
The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.
I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.
Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
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.