Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise

Rush Out In The Rain To Be Soaked With The Sky.

Love Is A Mirror. In It You See Nothing Except Your Reflection. You See Nothing Except Your Real Face.

The Fault Is In The One Who Blames. Spirit Sees Nothing To Criticize.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

You Know What Love Is? It Is All Kindness, Generosity.