Left.
It left.
A mark.
Every sigh,
every word,
every moment.
Left.
It left.
A mark.

She told me:
''Coming back,
back to the stars.
Perhaps i''ll find you there.
Until then,
hold on to my hand
even when i have
gone away from you''.

He says: ''I'm lost. I'm alone. I'm so alone''.
And a Voice whispered:
WHY?
There are dreams you haven't dreamt
and loves you haven't loved
and light you haven't felt
and sunrises yet to dawn
and flowers yet to grow
and there is more to you
the wonders that you carry into your heart
will guide you farther than you can imagine.

''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We're afraid''.

''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We will fall''.

''Come to the edge''.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.

Take my hand.
We will walk.
We will only walk.
We will enjoy our walk
without thinking of arriving anywhere.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost.
But what you are is beyond coming and going and
beyond description. You are this:
                                The timeless-time

The Light Stays Bright
When it doesn't Avoid the Shadow.

There is a voice that doesn't use words.
LISTEN.
Listen to silence, it has so much to say.
Let silence take you to the core of life.