Be Patient Where You Sit In The

When Love First Tasted The Lips Of Being Human, It Started Singing.

You've Come To Know The Fortunate And The Inauspicious Stars, But You Don't Know Whether You Yourself Are Fortunate Or Lucky.

My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

Be A Helpful Friend, And You Will Become A Green Tree With Always New Fruit, Always Deeper Journeys Into Love.

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.