Come To The Root Of The Root

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

Lovers Don't Meet In The End, They Are In Each Other Forever.

We Are The Mirror - As Well As The Face In It.

Wherever Water Flows, Life Flourishes: Wherever Tears Fall, Divine Mercy Is Shown.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself