Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.
With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.
I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving Silence
The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.