I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

The greatest distance in this World is not that between living and death, it is when I am just before you, and you don't know that I Love You.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.