Swim Out Of Your Little Pond.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

Words Can Fertilize Space Now And Then; Don't Deny Yourself Becoming Enriched.

Every Door Is Another Passage, Another Boundary We Have To Go Beyond.

You Are Dreaming Your Thirst When The Water You Want Is Inside The Big Vein On Your Neck.