When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?
Live life as if its rigged in your favor.
Let yourself become living poetry.
I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in You.
There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me there.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?