Whether One Moves Slowly Or With Speed,

Your Thoughts Are A Veil On The Face Of The Moon. That Moon Is Your Heart, And Those Thoughts Cover Your Heart. So Let Them Go, Just Let Them Fall Into The Water.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

Sell Your Presence And Purchase Bewilderment.

If You Dig A Pit For Others To Fall Into, You Will Fall Into It Yourself.

You Are The Mirror Of Divine Beauty.