Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said, Or Heard.

This Is A Subtle Truth. Whatever You Love, You Are.

Woman Is A Ray Of God. She Is Not That Earthly Beloved: She Is Creative, Not Created.

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