We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.

I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.

Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.