Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men

...blessed Is Anyone Who Knows Who He Or She Really Is And Builds A Place To Live There.

Idle Man, Chases After Fairy Tales.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

Last Night I Begged The Wise One To Tell Me The Secret Of The World. Gently, Gently, He Whispered, "be Quiet, The Secret Cannot Be Spoken, It Is Wrapped In Silence."

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?