Reason Is Powerless In The Expression Of

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

My Head Is Bursting With The Joy Of The Unknown. My Heart Is Expanding A Thousand Fold.

There Is A Light Seed Grain Inside. You Fill It With Yourself, Or It Dies.

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

Lovers Think They Are Looking For Each Other, But There Is Only One Search: Wandering This World Is Wandering That, Both Inside One Transparent Sky. In Here There Is No Dogma And No Heresy.