Beauty Surrounds Us.

I Am Smiling At Myself Today There's No Wish Left In This Heart Or Perhaps There Is No Heart Left Free From All Desire I Sit Quietly Like Earth My Silent Cry Echoes Like Thunder Throughout The Universe I Am Not Worried About It I Know It Will Be Heard By No One Except Me.

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...

Nightingales Are Put In Cages Because Their Songs Give Pleasure. Whoever Heard Of Keeping A Crow?

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.