A Little While, A Moment

I Am The Lover's Gift; I Am The Wedding Wreath; I Am The Memory Of A Moment Of Happiness; I Am The Last Gift Of The Living To The Dead; I Am A Part Of Joy And A Part Of Sorrow.

Joy And Sorrow Are Inseparable. . . Together They Come And When One Sits Alone With You . . Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names.

When You Have Solved All The Mysteries Of Life You Long For Death, For It Is But Another Mystery Of Life.

Love One Another, But Make Not A Bond Of Love: Let It Rather Be A Moving Sea Between The Shores Of Your Souls. Fill Each Other's Cup But Drink Not From One Cup. Give One Another Of Your Bread But Eat Not From The Same Loaf Sing And Dance Together And Be Joyous, But Let Each One Of You Be Alone, Even As The Strings Of A Lute Are Alone Though They Quiver With The Same Music.