The holy court of love is a thousand times higher than the house of reason.
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all its beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light against its being.
Otherwise we all remain too frightened.
I,
As the white lily and you,
Beloved,
As the red rose,
We were in pure companionship and whatever was in your heart was spoken by my tongue.
The heart is right to cry even when the smallest drop of light,
Of love,
Is taken away.
Perhaps you may kick,
Moan,
Scream in a dignified silence but you are so right to do so in any fashion until love returns to you.
And after all this time the sun never says to the earth,
You owe me.
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky.
All night and gale of the morning rejoice for your heart has become united with the rose and all of the love songs in the meadow are now yours.
By loving your whole being will be changed and your life will end in freedom.
When the wildland can forgive the past it starts singing.
When the wildland can stop worrying about the future you will become such a drunk laughing nuisance that gold will then lean down and start combing you into his hair.
When the wildland can forgive every wound caused by others the heart starts singing.
Run,
Run my dear from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.
Run,
Run like hell my dear from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred tender vision of your beautiful heart.
Run,
Run my dear you carry all the ingredients to turn your life into a nightmare.
Don't mix them,
Don't mix them.
My dear you carry all the ingredients to turn your existence into joy.
Mix them,
Mix them.
Your heart and my heart are very,
Very old friends.
And love says to everything that is near I will,
I will take care of you.
I will take care of you.
This sky where we live is no place to lose our wings my dear.
So love,
Love,
Love.
