Whether One Moves Slowly Or With Speed,

Jesus Was Lost In His Love For God.

In Their Seeking, Wisdom And Madness Are One And The Same. On The Path Of Love, Friend And Stranger Are One And The Same.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The Fire Of Passion. Lovers Leave Traces Of Where They've Been. The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

Come To The Root Of The Root Of Your Self