Like A Sculptor, If Necessary, Carve A

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

This Mirror Inside Me Shows. I Can’t Say What, But I Can’t Not Know. I Run From Body. I Run From Spirit. I Do Not Belong Anywhere.

Whether One Moves Slowly Or With Speed, The One Who Is A Seeker Will Be A Finder.

Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden Mercy

The Beginning Of Pride And Hatred Lies In Worldly Desire, And The Strength Of Your Desire If From Habit. When An Evil Tendency Becomes Confirmed By Habit, Rage Is Triggered When Anyone Restrains You.