Love: a basket of bread from which to eat for years to come; good loaves, fragrant and warm, miraculously multiplied: the basked never empty, the bread never stale.
~ Unknown
Our eyes are
the eyes of the universe
reflecting upon itself...
We look at the stars,
they look back at themselves
through us...
Lisen to the universe,
stir the deep memory ...
thus do we know
what we are to do.