You Transform All Who Are Touched By

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Where You Are, Whatever Your Condition Is; Always Try To Be A Lover.

Things Are Such That Someone Lifting A Cup, Or Watching The Rain, Petting A Dog, Or Singing, Just Singing - Could Be Doing As Much For This Universe As Anyone.