Never Mistake Talking About Writing For Actual

Bein Crazy Is The Least Of My Worries.

Maybe That's What Life Is... A Wink Of The Eye And Winking Stars.

What Does It Mean That I Am In This Endless Universe, Thinking That I'm A Man Sitting Under The Stars On The Terrace Of The Earth, But Actually Empty And Awake Throughout The Emptiness And Awakedness Of Everything? It Means That I'm Empty And Awake, That I Know I'm Empty And Awake, And That There's No Difference Between Me And Anything Else.

Between Incomprehensible And Incoherent Sits The Madhouse. I Am Not In The Madhouse.

Who Can Leap The World's Ties And Sit With Me Among White Clouds?