Love Is A Tree; And

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

If You Love Someone, You Are Always Joined With Them--in Joy, In Absence, In Solitude, In Strife.

The Desire To Know Your Own Soul Will End All Other Desires.

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

For Sixty Years I Have Been Forgetful Every Minute, But Not For A Second Has This Flowing Toward Me Stopped Or Slowed.