Awake Asleep Ought To Be With Us

Our Death Is Our Wedding With Eternity.

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

In Truth, Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved.

Behind Every Atom Of This World Hides An Infinite Universe.

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.