I Smile Like A Flower Not Only

Dance Where You Can Break Yourself Up To Pieces And Totally Abandon Your Worldly Passions.

Be Certain That In The Religion Of Love There Are No Believers And Unbelievers. Love Embraces All.

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.