Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn.

In Real Existence There Is Only Unity.

Through Your Love Existence And Nonexistence Merge. All Opposites Unite. All That Is Profane Becomes Sacred Again.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

Lovers Find Secret Places Inside This Violent World Where They Make Transactions With Beauty.

Open To Me, So That I May Open. Provide Me Your Inspiration So That I Might See Mine.