The moon glows on the river, wind rustles the pines. Long night clear evening--what are they for?

Though I cannot flee from the world of corruption, I can prepare tea with water from a mountain stream and put my heart to rest

Shape I may take, converse I may, but neither god nor Buddha am I, rather an insensate being whose heart thus differs from that of man.

Without a constant livelihood, there will be no constant heart.

In friendship, bond not with a shallow man.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

A Writer is Actor, Creator, Director & Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.

He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Two hours isn’t going to be enough time.” She grinned, rocking her hips. “We’d better make it count.

It is quite interesting to discover who we really are. It might take some time, but eventually we do.

We are but dust and shadows.

I have a very clear vision as to what I want at the end of my prep, and then I throw it out and let the creative process take over.

I will bring back jobs. You [Hillary Clinton] can't bring back jobs.

My point of reference is life, in everything that I do.

Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!

I don't work with a stylist.