Whispers of fragrant breeze

Now that I have raised the glass of pure wine to my lips,

The nightingale starts to sing!


Go to the librarian and ask for the book of this bird’s songs, and

Then go out into the desert. Do you really need college to read this book?

Break all your ties with people who profess to teach, and learn from the

Pure Bird. From Pole to Pole the news of those sitting in quiet solitude is spreading.

On the front page of the newspaper, the alcoholic Chancellor of the University

Said: “Wine is illegal. It’s even worse than living off charity.”

It’s not important whether we drink Gallo or Mouton Cadet: drink up!

And be happy, for whatever our Wine bringer brings is the essence of grace.

The stories of the greed and fantasies of all the so-called “wise ones”

Remind me of the mat-weavers who tell tourists that each…

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