Reality Is Blocked By Form

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.

Lovers Don't Meet In The End, They Are In Each Other Forever.

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.