Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.
I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.
Those who practice Love have neither Religion or Status.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
If you look too closely at the form, you miss the Essence.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.