Don't Look For Love, Look For The

The Middle Path Is The Way To Wisdom

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.

You Dance Inside My Chest, Where No One Sees You.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

Wash The Dust From Your Soul And Heart With Wisdom's Water.