My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea.

If You Love Someone, You Are Always Joined With Them--in Joy, In Absence, In Solitude, In Strife.

The Real Beloved Is That One Who Is Unique, Who Is Your Beginning And Your End.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?