Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires

I Am Smiling At Myself Today There's No Wish Left In This Heart Or Perhaps There Is No Heart Left Free From All Desire I Sit Quietly Like Earth My Silent Cry Echoes Like Thunder Throughout The Universe I Am Not Worried About It I Know It Will Be Heard By No One Except Me.

You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle Me. Each Drop Of My Blood Cries Out To The Earth. We Are Partners, Blended As One.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky

I Want To Say Words That Flame As I Say Them, But I Keep Quiet And Don't Try To Make Both Words Fit In One Mouthful.

War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless, And Contemptible.