Treasures And Armies Do Not Make A

No One Knows What Makes The Soul Wake Up So Happy! Maybe A Dawn Breeze Has Blown The Veil From The Face Of God.

Close Your Eyes, Fall In Love, Stay There.

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

You Do Not See Clearly The Evil In Yourself, Else You Would Hate Yourself With All Your Soul. Like The Lion Who Sprang At His Image In The Water, You Are Only Hurting Yourself, O Foolish Man. When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.