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The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

Love Came.... And Became Like Blood In My Body. It Rushed Through My Veins And Encircled My Heart. Everywhere I Looked, I Saw One Thing.... Love's Name Written On My Limbs, On My Left Palm, On My Forehead, On The Back Of My Neck, On My Right Big Toe... Oh, My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is Just A Shell, And The Rest Belongs To Love.

There Comes A Holy And Transparent Time When Every Touch Of Beauty Opens The Heart To Tears. This Is The Time The Beloved Of Heaven Is Brought Tenderly On Earth. This Is The Time Of The Opening Of The Rose.

Through Your Love Existence And Nonexistence Merge. All Opposites Unite. All That Is Profane Becomes Sacred Again.