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This Is A Gathering Of Lovers. In This Gathering There Is No High, No Low, No Smart, No Ignorant, No Special Assembly, No Grand Discourse, No Proper Schooling Required. There Is No Master, No Disciple. This Gathering Is More Like A Drunken Party, Full Of Tricksters, Fools, Mad Men And Mad Women. This Is A Gathering Of Lovers.

When A Man Makes Up A Story For His Child, He Becomes A Father And A Child Together, Listening.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

There Is A Life In You, Search That Life, Search The Secret Jewel In The Mountain Of Your Body.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.