Wherever You Are, And Whatever

The Undisciplined Man Doesn't Wrong Himself Alone- He Sets Fire To The Whole World.

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

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

We've Given Up Making A Living, Its All This Crazy Love Poetry Now!