A Lover's Life Lies In Death. You

The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy.

Journey From The Self To The Self And Find The Mine Of Gold. Leave Behind What Is Sour And Bitter And Move Toward The Sweet.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

There Is A Void In Your Soul, Ready To Be Filled. You Feel It, Don't You? You Feel The Separation From The Beloved. Invite Him To Fill You Up, Embrace The Fire.

The Beginning Of Pride And Hatred Lies In Worldly Desire, And The Strength Of Your Desire If From Habit. When An Evil Tendency Becomes Confirmed By Habit, Rage Is Triggered When Anyone Restrains You.