I lost my hat while gazing at the moon, and then I lost my mind.
There are many ways to the Divine. I have chosen the ways of song, dance, and laughter.
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
Travelers, it is late. Life's sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings
I am so close, I may look distant.