This Is How I Would Die Into

You Suppose You Are The Trouble But You Are The Cure You Suppose That You Are The Lock On The Door But You Are The Key That Opens It It's Too Bad That You Want To Be Someone Else You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

No One Knows What Makes The Soul Wake Up So Happy! Maybe A Dawn Breeze Has Blown The Veil From The Face Of God.