The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The

Everything Is Emptiness. Everything Else, Accidental. Emptiness Brings Peace To Your Loving. Everything Else, Disease. In This World Of Trickery, Emptiness Is What Your Soul Wants.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me To Love. Love Was For Me A Delicate Thread Stretched Between Two Adjacent Pegs, But Now It Has Been Transformed Into A Halo, Its First Is Its Last, And Its Last Is Its First. It Encompases Every Being, Slowly Expanding To Embrace All That Ever Will Be.

Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of The Candle

Through Love, All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.