We Are All The Same ... All

The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

When You Notice A Fault In Your Neighbour, Search For The Same In Yourself.

If There Were No Way Into God, I Would Not Have Lain In The Grave Of This Body So Long.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.