Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said,

What I Most Want Is To Spring Out Of This Personality, Then To Sit Apart From That Leaping. I've Lived Too Long Where I Can Be Reached.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

If You Follow The Ways In Which You Were Trained, Which You May Have Inherited, For No Other Reason Than This, You Are Illogical.

For The Water Animals, The Ocean Is Like A Garden; For The Land Animals, It Is Death And Pain.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .