If You Wish For Light, Be Ready

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

How Do I Know Who I Am Or Where I Am? How Could A Single Wave Locate Itself In An Ocean.

Swim Out Of Your Little Pond.

Only Love Itself Can Explain Love And Lovers.

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