They Are The Privileged Lovers Who Create

Whatever Lifts The Corners Of Your Mouth, Trust That

Life Is Balance Of Holding On And Letting Go.

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.

From The Urgent Way Lovers Want Each Other To The Seeker's Search For Truth, All Moving Is From The Mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

People Want You To Be Happy, Don't Keep Serving Them Your Pain