It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...

We must again,
learn these mundane paths...

I love all the curves of this world
But I rather to be straight like an arrow...

The more you draw them,
the more you get to know them...

You turned my wild wings to a homing pigeon
I was baptized in your nectar...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

Safeguard your beauties
not in your masks...

O blooms
my eyes could hardly hold on to you now...

-“You have deflowered all the blooms in the...
You deserve to be dead...

It is not a hundred percent balance
when you do not have any imbalance...

Inner and outer —
without both, no bird takes flight...

For the frugal hearts
love is the most bankrupting...