Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky;

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.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

Do Not Worry If All The Candles In The World Flicker And Die. We Have The Spark That Starts The Fire.

The Source Is Within You. And This Whole World Is Springing Up From It.

Now Is The Time To Unite The Soul And The World. Now Is The Time To See The Sunlight Dancing As One With The Shadows.