O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you

There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

If you do not possess the staff of caution and discrimination, use the eyes of him who sees. If there is no staff of caution and discrimination, do not wander on the road without a guide.

There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.