The Sun Comes Back Every Day With

Last Night My Teacher Taught Me The Lesson Of Poverty: Having Nothing And Wanting Nothing.

The Only Way To Measure A Lover Is By The Grandeur Of The Beloved.

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Spring Water Or Take In The Sunset Like Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep On. This Love Is Beyond The Study Of Theology, That Old Trickery And Hypocrisy. If You Want To Improve Your Mind That Way, Sleep On. I've Given Up On My Brain. I've Torn The Cloth To Shreds And Thrown It Away. If You're Not Completely Naked, Wrap Your Beautiful Robe Of Words Around You, And Sleep On

Dance Where You Can Break Yourself Up To Pieces And Totally Abandon Your Worldly Passions.

Even Though In The World You Are The Most Learned Scholar Of The Time, Behold The Vanishing Of This World And This Time!