You Cannot Learn About Love, Love Appears

The One Who Has A Good Friend Doesn't Need Any Mirror.

Your Breath Touched My Soul And I Saw Beyond All Limits.

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.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul. Go On. Get Drunk.