The rabbi took his book with him
out on the lake…a few loose pages
were later found floating on the water;
so far, this much has been deciphered:

frag.1 If both of you do not love,
then one of you is lying
the other is listening to lies
and both of you are dying
in that part of your being
which is innocent and aspires
to genuineness and generosity –
a world without liars

frag. 2 A love is not so much “found”
as discovered… like snow
that has quietly fallen during the
night and, at dawn, covers everything,
rekindling the remembered purity of all beauty.
It shelters and protects, like a warm blanket
.
frag. 3 That which sucks out
your guts in the name of love
is an illness, a mental disease…
that can physically destroy

frag; 4 Love – real love – keeps no accounts
awaits no…