The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

One Of The Marvels Of The World: The Sight Of A Soul Sitting In Prison With The Key In Its Hand.

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

Nothing Can Help Me But That Beauty. There Was A Dawn I Remember When My Soul Heard Something From Your Soul. I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

Your Task? To Work With All The Passion Of Your Being To Acquire An Inner Light.