What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask?

Heartsick, Heartbroken - To Know Love Is To Know Pain. What Could Be More Common? Even So, Each Broken Heart Is So Singular That With It We Probe The Divine.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

Any Wine Will Get You High. Judge Like A King, And Choose The Purest, The Ones Unadulterated With Fear, Or Some Urgency About "what's Needed."

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.