Whoever Travels Without A Guide, Needs Two

All The Particles Of The World Are In Love And Looking For Lovers.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

Every Soul Becomes Gold When Touched By The Beloved.

Each And Every Part Of The World Is A Snare For The Fool And A Means Of Deliverance For The Wise.