When You're Traveling, Ask The Traveler For

I Am Not This Hair, I Am Not This Skin, I Am The Soul That Lives Within.

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

Whenever They Rebuild An Old Building, They Must First Of All Destroy The Old One.

Whoever Gives Reverence Receives Reverence.