The Eye Goes Blind When It Only

Beyond Ideas, There's A Field. Will You Meet Me There?

Be Like A Tree And Let The Dead Leaves Drop.

Do You Think I Know What I'm Doing? That For One Breath Or Half-breath I Belong To Myself? As Much As A Pen Knows What It's Writing, Or The Ball Can Guess Where It's Going Next.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water. Milk Drinkers Draw Close To The Mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, Shamans, Everyone Hears The Intelligent Sound And Moves With Thirst To Meet It.

Shine Like The Whole Universe Is Yours.