Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.

Let's Get Away From All The Clever Humans Who Put Words In Our Mouth Let's Only Say What Our Hearts Desire.

Suddenly The Drunken Sweetheart Appeared Out Of My Door. She Drank A Cup Of Ruby Wine And Sat By My Side. Seeing And Holding The Lockets Of Her Hair My Face Became All Eyes, And My Eyes All Hands.

The Final Flight Make Your Last Journey From This Strange World Soar For The Heights Where There Is No More God Has Created Your Wings Not To Be Dormant As Long As You Are Alive You Must Try More And More To Use Your Wings To Show You're Alive.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water. Milk Drinkers Draw Close To The Mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, Shamans, Everyone Hears The Intelligent Sound And Moves With Thirst To Meet It.