We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion,

Every Need Brings What's Needed. Pain Bears Its Cure Like A Child. Having Nothing Produces Provisions. Ask A Difficult Question, And The Marvelous Answer Appears.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

I Am Merely A Guest, Born In This World To Know The Secrets That Lie Beyond It.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.