Don't Get Lost In Your Pain, Know

When You Are With Everyone But Me, You're With No One. When You Are With No One But Me, You're With Everyone. Instead Of Being So Bound Up With Everyone, Be Everyone. When You Become That Many, You're Nothing. Empty.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

Whenever Sorrow Comes, Be Kind To It. For God Has Placed A Pearl In Sorrow’s Hand.

My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.