We All Face Death In The End.

Lovers Think They Are Looking For Each Other, But There Is Only One Search: Wandering This World Is Wandering That, Both Inside One Transparent Sky. In Here There Is No Dogma And No Heresy.

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

Wings Of Love Long Only To Fly Away From All Directions.

Your Light Is More Magnificent Than Sunrise Or Sunset

My Friend, You Thought You Lost Him; That All Your Life You've Been Separated From Him. Filled With Wonder, You've Always Looked Outside For Him, And Haven't Searched Within Your Own House.