The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute,

Walk To The Well. Turn As The Earth And The Moon Turn, Circling What They Love. Whatever Circles Comes From The Center.

I Am Sunlight Slicing The Dark.

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

You Dance Inside My Chest, Where No One Sees You.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?