I've Brought You A Mirror. Look At

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.

You Run Back And Forth Listening For Unusual Events, Peering Into The Faces Of Travelers. "why Are You Looking At Me Like A Madman?" I Have Lost A Friend. Please Forgive Me.

Reality Is Blocked By Form And Image.

Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who Are You Looking For? Your Beloved Is Right Here.

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.