Water In The Boat Is The Ruin

Your Breath Touched My Soul And I Saw Beyond All Limits.

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.

Longing Is The Core Of Mystery. Longing Itself Brings The Cure. The Only Rule Is, Suffer The Pain. Your Desires Must Be Disciplined And What You Want To Happen In Time, Sacrificed.

We Are Even Higher Than The Heavens, We Are Greater Than Angels; Why Should We Not Transcend Both? Our Lodging-place Is Majesty.