Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music

A Candle Never Loses Any Of Its Light While Lighting Up Another Candle.

In Silence There Is Eloquence.

The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.

If I Can Only Recount The Story Of My Life Right Out Of My Body Flames Will Grow

The Satiated Person And The Hungry One Do Not See The Same Thing When They Look Upon A Loaf Of Bread.