A Woman Is A Mystery To Guide

They Are The Privileged Lovers Who Create A New World With Their Eyes Of Fiery Passion.

Close Both Eyes To See With The Other Eye.

Many Prayers Are Declined Because Of The Rank Odor Of A Corrupt Heart, Rising Through The Beautiful Words. Let The Words Be Wrong But The Meaning Right. . . . That Flawed Utterance Is Dearer To God!

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.