I Am Not This Hair, I Am

They Are The Privileged Lovers Who Create A New World With Their Eyes Of Fiery Passion.

This Is What Love Does And Continues To Do. It Tastes Like Honey To Adults And Milk To Children.

There Is No Room For Hypocrisy. Why Use Bitter Soup For Healing When Sweet Water Is Everywhere?

The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not Weep Like A Beggar For Pieces Of The World.