Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things

To Praise Is To Praise How One Surrenders To The Emptiness.

The Desire To Know Your Own Soul Will End All Other Desires.

You Suppose You Are The Trouble But You Are The Cure You Suppose That You Are The Lock On The Door But You Are The Key That Opens It It's Too Bad That You Want To Be Someone Else You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.

You Wander From Room To Room Hunting For The Diamond Necklace That Is Already Around Your Neck!

Be Patient, Even If Every Possibility Seems Closed.