Each Moment Contains A Hundred Messages From

The Lover Never Despairs. For A Committed Heart Everything Is Possible.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

If You Have Not Learned To Be A Passionate Lover, Do Not Count Your Life As Lived. On The Day Of Reckoning, It Will Not Be Counted.

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.

Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light. Rid Yourself Of Material Needs And Be Set Free.