The World Is A Playground, And Death

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

I Will Find New Meaning In Every Joy And Sorrow.

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.

Hear This If You Can: If You Want To Reach Him You Have To Go Beyond Yourself And When You Finally Arrive At The Land Of Absence Be Silent Don’t Say A Thing Ecstasy, Not Words, Is The Language Spoken There