The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

Intelligence Is The Shadow Of Objective Truth. How Can The Shadow Vie With Sunshine?

Keep Silent, Because The World Of Silence Is A Vast Fullness

I Am A Bird Of God's Garden And I Do Not Belong To This Dusty World For A Day Or Two They Have Put Me Here In This Cage Of My Own Body I Did Not Come Here Of My Own I Will Not Return Of My Own To My Own Country.

The Way The Beloved Can Fit In My Heart, Two Thousand Lives Could Fit In This Body Of Mine. One Kernel Could Contain A Thousand Bushels, And A Hundred Worlds Pass Through The Eye Of The Needle.

You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle Me. Each Drop Of My Blood Cries Out To The Earth. We Are Partners, Blended As One.