I Made An Oath To Myself: As

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused Your Head To Ache.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky

Love Is The Treasure The Temple Of Love Is Not Love Itself; True Love Is The Treasure, Not The Walls About It. Do Not Admire The Decoration, But Involve Yourself In The Essence, The Perfume That Invades And Touches You- The Beginning And The End. Discovered, This Replaces All Else, The Apparent And The Unknowable. Time And Space Are Slaves To This Presence.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?