If Your Thought Is A Rose, You

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First To Let Go Of Life. Finally, To Take A Step Without Feet.

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.

The Angel Is Free Because Of His Knowledge, The Beast Because Of His Ignorance. Between The Two Remains The Son Of Man To Struggle.

I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depth Of The Stars.

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.