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The Intellectual Is Always Showing Off, The Lover Is Always Getting Lost. The Intellectual Runs Away. Afraid Of Drowning; The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea. Intellectuals Plan Their Repose; Lovers Are Ashamed To Rest. The Lover Is Always Alone. Even Surrounded By People; Like Water And Oil, He Remains Apart. The Man Who Goes To The Trouble Of Giving Advice To A Lover Get Nothing. He's Mocked By Passion. Love Is Like Musk. It Attracts Attention. Love Is A Tree, And The Lovers Are Its Shade.

A New Moon Teaches Gradualness And Deliberation And How One Gives Birth To Oneself Slowly. Patience With Small Details Makes Perfect A Large Work, Like The Universe. What Nine Months Of Attention Does For An Embryo Forty Early Mornings Will Do For Your Gradually Growing Wholeness

Reality Is Blocked By Form And Image.

There Is An Original Inside Me.

Idle Man, Chases After Fairy Tales.