There Is Some Kiss We Want With

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

If Words Come Out Of The Heart, They Will Enter The Heart.

My Place Is The Placeless, My Trace Is The Traceless ; 'tis Neither Body Nor Soul, For I Belong To The Soul Of The Beloved. I Have Put Duality Away, I Have Seen That The Two Worlds Are One; One I Seek, One I Know, One I See, One I Call.

Be Wild And Crazy And Drunk With Love, If You Are Too Careful, Love Will Not Find You.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.