We Can't Find The Truth

Beauty Surrounds Us.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

And You? When Will You Begin That Long Journey Into Yourself?

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

There Is Something To Be Said For Anyone Who Sits Alone With Dignity And Silently Begs For God.