Tonight The Moon Kisses The Stars. O

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water.

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.

Your Longing For Me Is My Message To You, All Your Attempts To Reach Me, Are In Reality My Attempts To Reach You.

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.

We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion, You Are The Absolute Cause Of Causes.