If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So

You Lack A Foot To Travel? Then Journey Into Yourself - That Leads To Transformation Of Dust Into Pure Gold.

Happy Is The Moment We Sit Together, With Two Forms, With Two Faces, Yet One Soul. You And I.

What Is The Mirror Of Being? Non-being. Bring Non-being As Your Gift, If You Are Not A Fool.

Don't Seek The Water; Get Thirst.

Life Is Balance Of Holding On And Letting Go.