The Middle Path Is The Way To

Once The Seed Of Faith Takes Root, It Cannot Be Blown Away, Even By The Strongest Wind - Now That’s A Blessing.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits, Except In Your Mind.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

Nothing I Say Can Explain To You Divine Love Yet All Of Creation Cannot Seem To Stop Talking About It.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.