The Moon Has Become A Dancer At

There Is A Community Of The Spirit. Join It, And Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise. Drink All Your Passion, And Be A Disgrace. Close Both Eyes To See With The Other Eye.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

Half-heartedne Ss Doesn't Reach Into Majesty.

Everything Is Soul And Flowering.

For Only When Faithfulness Turns To Betrayal And Betrayal Into Trust Can Any Human Being Become Part Of The Truth.