“This that is tormented and very tired,tortured with restraints like a madman,this heart.”

“Is your face a beautiful blossomor a sweet torture?I have no complaintsbut my heart is temptedto let youhear of its sorrows.”

“You run back and forth listening for unusual events,peering into the faces of travelers."Why are you looking at me like a madman?"I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.”

“Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.”

“Atom, you want to flee the sun? Madman, give up!You're a jar; fate's a stone- kick against it, and you''l waste your wine.”

“THIS TORTUREWhy should we tell you our love storieswhen you spill them together like blood in the dirt?Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor,or a fire we can’t see,but how does saying thatpush us through the top of the head intothe light above the head?Love is notan iron pot, so this boiling energywon’t help.Soul, heart, self.Beyond and within thoseis one saying,How long before I’m free of this torture!”

“Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.”