We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering

Passion Makes The Old Medicine New: Passion Lops Off The Bough Of Weariness. Passion Is The Elixir That Renews: How Can There Be Weariness When Passion Is Present? Oh, Don't Sigh Heavily From Fatigue: Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

When You're Traveling, Ask The Traveler For Advice / Not Someone Whose Lameness Keeps Him In One Place.

Love Is That Flame That Once Kindled Burns Everything, And Only The Mystery And The Journey Remain.