No One Can Tell If I’m Laughing

Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind Loving Silence

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

I Lost My Hat While Gazing At The Moon, And Then I Lost My Mind.

If I Hold You With My Emotions, You'll Become A Wished-for Companion.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.