Travelers with naught sing in the robber's face

The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.

You are naught but a warner.

Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

Naught venture, naught have

We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.