The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.

Look At The Moon In The Sky, Not The One In The Lake.

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

Listen To Presences Inside Poems, Let Them Take You Where They Will. Follow Those Private Hints, And Never Leave The Premises.

Although You See The Pit, You Cannot Avoid It.