Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

Leave That Which Is Not, But Appears To Be. Seek That Which Is, But Is Not Apparent.

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing In Our Souls

There Is A Life-force Within Your Soul, Seek That Life.