From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's

The Only Lasting Beauty Is The Beauty Of The Heart

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.

May This Marriage Be Blessed.may This Marriage Be As Sweet As Milk And Honey.may This Marriage Be As Intoxicating As Old Wine.may This Marriage Be Fruitful Like A Date Tree.may This Marriage Be Full Of Laughter And Everyday A Paradise.may This Marriage Be A Seal Of Compassion For Here And Hereafter.may This Marriage Be As Welcome As The Full Moon In The Night Sky.listen Lovers, Now You Go On, As I Become Silent And Kiss This Blessed Night.

Explanation By The Tongue Makes Most Things Clear, But Love Unexplained Is Clearer.

The Middle Path Is The Way To Wisdom