Asleep Or Awake, Writing Or

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

In Each Moment The Fire Rages, It Will Burn Away A Hundred Veils. And Carry You A Thousand Steps Toward Your Goal.

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.

You The One In All, Say Who I Am. Say I Am You.