YOU ALWAYS stand alone beyond the stream of my songs. The waves of my tunes wash your feet but I know not how to reach them. This play of mine with you is a play from afar. It is the pain of separation that melts into melody through my flute. I wait for the time when your boat crosses over to my shore and you take my flute into your own hands.
NOT FOR ME is the love that knows no restraint, but like the foaming wine that having burst its vessel in a moment would run to waste. Send me the love which is cool and pure like your rain that blesses the thirsty earth and fills the homely earthen jars. Send me the love that would soak down into the centre of being, and from there would spread like the unseen sap through the branching tree of life, giving birth to fruits and flowers. Send me the love that keeps the heart still with the fulness of peace.
