What A Piece Of Bread Looks Like

God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart, Where They Wait Silently For Discovery.

Lovers Don't Meet In The End, They Are In Each Other Forever.

There Is Nothing I Want But Your Presence. In Friendship, Time Dissolves.

We Are The Mirror, As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. Soul Of The World, No Life, Nor World Remain, No Beautiful Women And Men Longing. Only This Ancient Love Circling The Holy Black Stone Of Nothing. Where The Lover Is The Loved, The Horizon And Everything Within It.

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.