If You Sing Of Beauty

If You Sing Of Beauty Though Alone In The Heart Of The Desert You Will Have An Audience.

Where Can I Find A Man Governed By Reason Instead Of Habits And Urges?

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

You Are Not Enclosed Within Your Bodies, Nor Confined To Houses Or Fields. That Which Is You Dwells Above The Mountain And Roves With The Wind.

Of The Good In You I Can Speak, But Not Of The Evil. For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst? Verily When Good Is Hungry It Seeks Food Even In Dark Caves, And When It Thirsts It Drinks Even Of Dead Waters.