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In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

Whatever Happens To You, Don't Fall In Despair. Even If All The Doors Are Closed, A Secret Path Will Be There For You That No One Knows. You Can't See It Yet But So Many Paradises Are At The End Of This Path...be Grateful! It Is Easy To Thank After Obtaining What You Want, Thank Before Having What You Want.

I Belong To The Beloved. Have Seen The Two Worlds As One And That One Call To And Know. ...first, Last, Outer, Inner, Only That Breath Breathing. Human Being.

What I Most Want Is To Spring Out Of This Personality, Then To Sit Apart From That Leaping. I've Lived Too Long Where I Can Be Reached.

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?