I Love You As You Are, But

You Do Not See The River Of Mourning Because It Lacks One Tear Of Your Own.

Everything That I Bear Within Me Bound, Is To Be Found Somewhere Else Free.

I Have Come One Step Away From Everything. And Here I Stay, Far From Everything, One Step Away.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

The Little Things Are What Is Eternal, And The Rest, All The Rest, Is Brevity, Extreme Brevity.