The Love Religion Is All That Is

Treasure Is Stored In The Ruined Places. Do Not Break The Hearts Of The Poor And Heartbroken People

The Water In The Stream May Have Changed Many Times, But The Reflection Of The Moon And The Stars Remains The Same.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vow One Thousand Times, Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window