In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

Friend, Our Closeness Is This: Anywhere You Put Your Foot, Feel Me In The Firmness Under You.

The Soul Lives There In The Silent Breath.

Be With Those Who Help Your Being. Don't Sit With Indifferent People, Whose Breath Comes Cold Out Of Their Mouths.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.