A Thief Loves The Night. I Am

If I Separated Myself From You . . . I Would Turn Entirely Thorn!

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It. Rumi, Attributed, Conquest Of Abundance: A Tale Of Abstraction Versus The Richness Of Being Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

Longing Is The Core Of Mystery. Longing Itself Brings The Cure. The Only Rule Is, Suffer The Pain. Your Desires Must Be Disciplined And What You Want To Happen In Time, Sacrificed.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself

When You Lose All Sense Of Self The Bonds Of A Thousands Chains Will Vanish. Lose Yourself Completely, Return To The Root Of The Root Of Your Own Soul.