Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.

When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.

Every bird will follow it's specie.

I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.