All This Hurrying Soon Will

No One Can Advise And Help You, No One. There Is Only One Way: Go Within.

So We Are Grasped By What We Cannot Grasp.

That Is Longing: To Dwell In The Flux Of Things, To Have No Home In The Present. And These Are Wishes: Gentle Dialogues Of The Poor Hours With Eternity.

True Singing Is A Different Breath, About Nothing.

Our Heart Always Transcends Us.