We Are Even Higher Than The Heavens,

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

Whenever We Manage To Love Without Expectations, Calculations, Negotiations, We Are Indeed In Heaven.

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

My Heart Is So Small It's Almost Invisible. How Can You Place Such Big Sorrows In It? "look," He Answered, "your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.