Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise

You Cannot Learn About Love, Love Appears On The Wings Of Grace.

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

No More Words. Hear Only The Voice Within.

Show Me Anger And I Will Show You 'hurt'. Show Me Hurt And I Will Show You 'love'. Peel The Layers If You Care!

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.