Now Even The Heavens Are Thankful That

You Have To Keep Breaking Your Heart Until It Opens.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned To Gold.