At The End Of My Life, With

Your Light Is More Magnificent Than Sunrise Or Sunset

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

Counterfeiters Exist Because There Is Such A Thing As Real Gold.

Oh God Let All Lovers Be Content Give Them Happy Endings Let Their Lives Be Celebrations Let Their Hearts Dance In The Fire Of Your Love