Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said,

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?

Silence Is The Root Of Everything. If You Spiral Into Its Void A Hundred Voices Will Thunder Messages You Long To Hear.

Silence Gives Answers.

Your Real "country" Is Where You're Heading, Not Where You Are.