Life Is But A Sleep

You Are Not Enclosed Within Your Bodies, Nor Confined To Houses Or Fields. That Which Is You Dwells Above The Mountain And Roves With The Wind.

If I Could Take Your Troubles I Would Toss Them Into The Sea, But All These Things I'm Finding Are Impossible For Me. I Cannot Build A Mountain Or Catch A Rainbow Fair, But Let Me Be What I Know Best, A Friend That Is Always There.

I Am A Poet Who Composes What Life Proses, And Who Proses What Life Composes.

Trust In Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

Knowledge Cultivates Your Seeds And Does Not Sow In Your Seeds.