I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence Or In Absence.

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

Let Soul Speak With The Silent Articulation Of A Face.