Give Me The Flute

Give me the flute, and sing immortality lies in a song and even after we've perished the flute continues to lament have you taken refuge in the woods away from places like me followed streams on their courses and climbed up the rocks. Did you ever bathe in a perfume and dry yourself with a light drink the dawn as wine rarefied in goblets of ether give me the flute then and sing the best of prayer is song and even when life perishes the flute continues to lament have you spent an evening as I have done among vines where the golden candelabra clusters hang down did you sleep on the grass at night and let space be your blanket abstaining from all that will come forgetful of all that has passed give the flute then and sing in singing is Justice for the heart and even after every guilt has perished the flute continues to lament give the flute and sing forget illness and its cure people are nothing but lines which are scribbled on water. They all are but the tunnels of moles, threads in the spider's web. For he who lives in weakness, slowly he will die. Forest is the abode of life, and were the days gathered in my hand, there would i strew them, but time it is that chooses from my soul; whenever i long for forest time bars my way woth excuse; the fates have ways unaltering, and men's aims are beyond their impotent reach.