You Are The Essence Of The Essence,

When You Are With Everyone But Me, You're With No One. When You Are With No One But Me, You're With Everyone. Instead Of Being So Bound Up With Everyone, Be Everyone. When You Become That Many, You're Nothing. Empty.

God Made The Illusion Look Real And The Real An Illusion !

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.