Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.

Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. In the depths there is a spring with all the water your heart is thirsty for.

Come to the Root of the Root of your Self

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.