You Have Escaped The Cage. Your Wings

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!

You Are The Soul And The Medicine For What Wounds The Soul.

The Beloved Is With You In The Midst Of Your Seeking! He Holds Your Hand Wherever You Wander.

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.

Only Love Itself Can Explain Love And Lovers.