Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To

Tear Off The Mask. Your Face Is Glorious

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

Lovers Move Like Lightning And Wind. No Contest. Theologians Mumble, Rumble-dumble, Necessity And Free Will, While Lover And Beloved Pull Themselves Into Each Other.

If You Look Too Closely At The Form, You Miss The Essence.

Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/ Look For The Remedy Inside The Pain/ Because The Rose Came From The Thorn/ And The Ruby Came From A Stone.