The Miracle Of Jesus Is Himself, Not

Love Is The Cure, For Your Pain Will Keep Giving Birth To More Pain Until Your Eyes Constantly Exhale Love As Effortlessly As Your Body Yields Its Scent.

Come On Sweetheart Let's Adore One Another Before There Is No More Of You And Me

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.

The Middle Path Is The Way To Wisdom

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.