When You Are Dead, Seek For Your

Yesterday I Was Clever, So I Wanted To Change The World. Today I Am Wise, So I Am Changing Myself.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

...blessed Is Anyone Who Knows Who He Or She Really Is And Builds A Place To Live There.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

There Is A Community Of The Spirit. Join It, And Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise. Drink All Your Passion, And Be A Disgrace. Close Both Eyes To See With The Other Eye.