Be Drunk With Love, For Love Is

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.

Know That The Mirror Of The Heart Is Boundless. . . Here, Opinions Become Silent, Otherwise They Will Lead You Into Errors. . . For The Heart Is Sacred - Even More The Heart Is Sacredness Itself.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

What Comes, Will Go. What Is Found, Will Be Lost Again. But What You Are Is Beyond Coming And Going And Beyond Description.

Anyone Who Genuinely And Consistently With Both Hands Look For Something, Will Find It.