The Gifts Of Lovers To One Another

Only From The Heart Can You Touch The Sky.

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.

There Is Nothing I Want But Your Presence. In Friendship, Time Dissolves.

I Said To The Night, "if You Are In Love With The Moon, It Is Because You Never Stay For Long." The Night Turned To Me And Said, "it Is Not My Fault. I Never See The Sun, How Can I Know That Love Is Endless?