With Passion Pray. With Passion Make Love.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

Until The Juice Ferments A While In The Cask, It Isn't Wine. If You Wish Your Heart To Be Bright, You Must Do A Little Work.

Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul.