I worship the moon. Tell me of the soft glow of a candle lightand the sweetness of my moon.
Don’t talk about sorrow,tell me of that treasure,hidden if it is to you,then just remain silent.
Last nightI lost my grip on realityand welcomed insanity. Love saw me and said,I showed up.Wipe your tearsand be silent.
I said, O Love I am frightened, but it’s not you. Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me.be silent. I will whisper secrets in your earjust nod yesand be silent.
A soul moon appeared in the path of my heart.How precious is this journey.
I said, O Love what kind of moon is this?Love said to me,this is not for you to question. be silent.
I said, O Love what kind of face is this, angelic, or human? Love said to me,this is beyond anything that you know.Be silent.
I said, please reveal this to me I am dying in anticipation. Love said to me, that is where I want you: Always on the edge, be silent. You dwell in this hall ofimages and illusions, leave this house nowand be silent.
I said, O Love, tell me this: Does the Lord know you are treating me this way? Love said to me, yes He does, just be totally…totally… silent
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