What You Are Seeking Is Also Seeking

Nightingales Are Put In Cages Because Their Songs Give Pleasure. Whoever Heard Of Keeping A Crow?

I've Brought You A Mirror. Look At Yourself And Remember Me.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.

Friends Are Enemies Sometimes, And Enemies Friends.