Lovely Days Don’t Come To You, You

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Fling Me Across The Fabric Of Time And The Seas Of Space. Make Me Nothing And From Nothing-everything.

The Thirsty Look For Water, But Water Also Looks For Thirsty.

On The Way There Is No Harder Pass Than This: Fortunate Is He Who Does Not Carry Envy As A Companion.

Be Kind And Honest, And Harmful Poisons Will Turn Sweet Inside You.