The Self Says, I Am; The Heart

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make Someone Else Complete? That Woman Would Set Sodden Straw On Fire.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.