Know Then That The Body Is Merely

When Water Gets Caught In Habitual Whirlpools, Dig A Way Out Through The Bottom Of The Ocean.

Nothing I Say Can Explain To You Divine Love Yet All Of Creation Cannot Seem To Stop Talking About It.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

Suddenly The Drunken Sweetheart Appeared Out Of My Door. She Drank A Cup Of Ruby Wine And Sat By My Side. Seeing And Holding The Lockets Of Her Hair My Face Became All Eyes, And My Eyes All Hands.

My Head Is Bursting With The Joy Of The Unknown. My Heart Is Expanding A Thousand Fold.