Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of

Silence Is The Root Of Everything. If You Spiral Into Its Void A Hundred Voices Will Thunder Messages You Long To Hear.

What? Are You Still Pretending You Are Separate From The Beloved?

The Ocean Of The Body Crashes Against The Ocean Of The Heart. Between Them Is A Barrier They Cannot Cross.

Look At Love With The Eyes Of Your Heart.

There Is No Love Greater Than Love With No Object. For Then You, Yourself, Have Become Love, Itself.