We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion,

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

The Spirit And The Body Carry Different Loads And Require Different Attentions. Too Often We Put The Saddlebags On Jesus And Let The Donkey Run Loose In The Pasture.

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.

Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky; Peace In The Infinite, At Peace Am I.

The Only Thing That Will Keep You From Finding That Which You Seek Is Calling Off The Search.