If You Become A Helper Of Hearts,

Let's Get Away From All The Clever Humans Who Put Words In Our Mouth Let's Only Say What Our Hearts Desire.

My Boat Strikes Something Deep. At First Sounds Of Silence, Waves. Nothing Has Happened; Or Perhaps Everything Has Happened. And I Am Sitting In My New Life.

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

Return From Existence To Nonexistence. You Are Seeking The Lord And You Belong To Him. Nonexistence Is A Place Of Income; Flee It Not. This Existence Of More And Less Is A Place Of Expenditure.