From The Moment You Entered This World

Whoever Is Sitting With Friends Is In The Midst Of A Flower Garden, Though He May Be In The Fire. Whoever Sits With An Enemy Is In The Fire, Even Though He Is In The Midst Of A Garden.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

Love Is A River. Drink From It.

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

There Is Only One Search: Wandering... No Dogma And No Heresy.