I can’t feel too sorry for them. Every gift has to run out someday. Anyone but a child knows that.
Back to the StarsYou don't think your way back to joy; you open to it.
Buddha in the Classroom: Zen Wisdom to Inspire TeachersWhen the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Circling: 1978-1987When the soul has left the body, it belongs to death. And it cannot be taken back without a price.
City of Fallen Angels