O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be

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

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

A Strange Passion Is Moving In My Head My Heart Has Become A Bird Which Searches In The Sky. Every Part Of Me Goes In Different Directions. Is It Really So That The One I Love Is Everywhere?

The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The Thorns.

Wash The Dust From Your Soul And Heart With Wisdom's Water.