This Being Human Is A Guest House.

If There Were No Way Into God, I Would Not Have Lain In The Grave Of This Body So Long.

In Fact, I Am Aware Of The Fake Entities In My Life. I Know That I Can Clear Them If I Wanted To In A Moment. But All This Hollowness Needs My Sincerity.

Pure Souls, Didn’t I Tell You Not To Be Seduced By This Colorful World For I Am The Ultimate Painter.

There Comes A Holy And Transparent Time When Every Touch Of Beauty Opens The Heart To Tears. This Is The Time The Beloved Of Heaven Is Brought Tenderly On Earth. This Is The Time Of The Opening Of The Rose.

I Was A Thorn Rushing To Be With A Rose, Vinegar Blending With Honey… Then I Found Some Dirt To Make An Ointment That Would Honor My Soul… Love Says, “you Are Right, But Don’t Claim These Changes. Remember, I Am Wind. You Are An Ember I Ignite.