Censor The Body And You

There Is No Greater Love Than The Love The Wolf Feels For The Lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

Meditation Needs No Results. Meditation Can Have Itself As An End, I Meditate Without Words And On Nothingness. What Tangles My Life Is Writing.

Perhaps What I Do Not Manage To Operate Rapidly Enough Is The Passage Between The Outside And The Inside.

She Alone Dares And Wishes To Know From Within, Where She, The Outcast, Has Never Ceased To Hear The Resonance Of Fore Language. She Lets The Other Language Speak - The Language Of 1,000 Tongues Which Knows Neither Enclosure Nor Death. To Life She Refuses Nothing. Her Language Does Not Contain, It Carries; It Does Not Hold Back; It Makes Possible.

It Is Said That Life And Death Are Under The Power Of Language.