The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.

Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That Rose Is Telling Of The Secrets Of The Universal.

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.

You Don't Live On The Earth, You Are Passing Through It.

Like A Sculptor, If Necessary, Carve A Friend Out Of Stone. Realize That Your Inner Sight Is Blind And Try To See A Treasure In Everyone.

To Find The Beloved, You Must Become The Beloved.