We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion,

Embark On The Journey Of Love. It Takes You From Yourself To Yourself.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

Tear Off The Mask. Your Face Is Glorious

A Thief Loves The Night. I Am Day. I Reveal Essences.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.