Smiles Come Best From Those Who Weep.

Longing Is The Core Of Mystery. Longing Itself Brings The Cure. The Only Rule Is, Suffer The Pain. Your Desires Must Be Disciplined And What You Want To Happen In Time, Sacrificed.

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

The Moon Has Become A Dancer At This Festival Of Love.

Be With Those Who Help Your Being.

If Your Heart Isn't Yet Illumined Be Awake Always, Be A Seeker Of The Heart, Be At War Continually With Your Carnal Soul. But If Your Heart Is Already Awakened, Sleep Peacefully, Sleep In The Arms Of Love