This Being Human Is A Guest House.

My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

Spirit, Find Your Way, In Seeking Lowness Like A Stream.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.

Lovely Days Don’t Come To You, You Should Walk To Them.