Deep In Our Hearts, The Light Of

To Find The Beloved, You Must Become The Beloved.

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

Stay In The Spiritual Fire. Let It Cook You.

Be Silent, Only The Hand Of God Can Remove The Burdens Of Your Heart.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.