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“It's the pleasures that are shallow and fast-flowing, tending to form and dissolve...The rapids are formed by the youth of pleasures but joy remains a dense rock in the streambed for ages, beyond any erosion..that no rapid can break in the flow of a stream but the rock remaining powerful, breaks up the rapids of pleasures, birthing waterfalls of wisdom that no season can wear away...”

“Every moment, the sun bursts forth, Every moment, the moon bathes the night, for the mist melts in the longing. Every moment, roses are opening, and nightingales fly wild, for this is the fragrance that drowns the earth; the scent of love, the euphoria on earth. The musical breeze, parrots hear everywhere, The harp cries, and melodies fill the air. This is the pulse of love, a burning heart feels. Is this the light I have sought all along?”

“The scent of rain On a night as such, raindrops become the songmaker, as memories knock unannounced on the doorway, entering my deep, releasing the river of lyrics. Haunted by the days that no longer remain, as life seems like a mist, there comes the scent of rain with a smell of memories, washing away the sadness that lingered in the breeze. This soul of mine is drunken into the rain for it is the flow of liquid memories, the times we once had echoing through the alleys. In the rain is carried the moonlit sonata that your heart once shared with me. The touch of a raindrop and the past explodes with a smell of memories. But now it is, a lonesome night and the fires must burn bright, for that is how the lamp stays alive with the oil of memories”

“To find the verses in the bark of a tree...to seek the music in raindrops drumming upon the thirsty earth....to be sheltered in the silence lingering between the words...to search for a song of the fallen leaves....to revel in the gold of the olden times....to lend the ears as the earthen spirit softly speaks....to let the tales whisper from the wispy winds....of how the tree stood the test of time...this is the timeless truth of which the poet often writes.....for in the heart of the ancient woods....where the river freely runs so wild....there upon the riverbed sits the truth of all truths.....how poetry holds them all.....”