I Will Find New Meaning

But Learn This Custom From The Flower: Silence Your Tongue.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

Last Night You Left Me And Slept Your Own Deep Sleep. Tonight You Turn And Turn. I Say, 'you And I Will Be Together Till The Universe Dissolves.' You Mumble Back Things You Thought Of When You Were Drunk.

Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing In Our Souls

Were There No Men Of Vision, All Who Are Blind Would Be Dead.