The Body Is A Device To Calculate

I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or Respectability. I Want This Music, And This Dawn, And The Warmth Of Your Cheek Against Mine.

This Is How I Would Die Into The Love I Have For You: As Pieces Of Cloud Dissolve In Sunlight.

Love Means To Reach For The Sky And With Every Breath To Tear A Hundred Veils. Love Means To Step Away From The Ego, To Open The Eyes Of Inner Vision And Not To Take This World So Seriously

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

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.