You Have No Need To Travel Anywhere

When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame, Abandoned By A Fantasy. …people Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.

This Is A Gathering Of Lovers. In This Gathering There Is No High, No Low, No Smart, No Ignorant, No Special Assembly, No Grand Discourse, No Proper Schooling Required. There Is No Master, No Disciple. This Gathering Is More Like A Drunken Party, Full Of Tricksters, Fools, Mad Men And Mad Women. This Is A Gathering Of Lovers.

Let Yourself Be Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of That Which You Truly Love.

If You Have Not Learned To Be A Passionate Lover, Do Not Count Your Life As Lived. On The Day Of Reckoning, It Will Not Be Counted.