There Are No Edges To My Loving

Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The Light. Sometimes It Disappears Into The Light

You Know The Value Of Every Article Of Merchandise, But If You Don't Know The Value Of Your Own Soul, It's All Foolishness.

While The Mind Sees Only Boundaries, Love Knows The Secret Way There.

Every Object, Every Being...is A Jar Full Of Delight.

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.