Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

Protect yourself......from your own thoughts.

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.

I am in Love with Love and Love is in love with me.

Let the beauty we love do what we do.

Who says the eternal being does not exist? Who says the sun has gone out? Someone who climbs up on the roof and closes his eyes tight, and says, I don't see anything.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.