Every Moment I Shape My Destiny With

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.

Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not From Those Other Jars.

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.

Let A Thousand Wrangling Desires Become One Love.