From The Distance You Only See My

The Moon Has Become A Dancer At This Festival Of Love.

Thinking Gives Off Smoke To Prove The Existence Of Fire. A Mystic Sits Inside The Burning. There Are Wonderful Shapes In Rising Smoke That Imagination Loves To Watch. But It's A Mistake To Leave The Fire For That Filmy Sight. Stay Here At The Flame's Core.

You've Come To Know The Fortunate And The Inauspicious Stars, But You Don't Know Whether You Yourself Are Fortunate Or Lucky.

Whatever Happens, Just Keep Smiling And Lose Yourself In Love.

Conventional Opinion Is The Ruin Of Our Souls.