When You Do Things From Your Soul,

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.

Now Is The Time To Unite The Soul And The World.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

To Praise The Sun Is To Praise Your Own Eyes.

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.