Ignorance Is God's Prison. Knowing Is God's

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

I Merged So Completely With Love, And Was So Fused, That I Became Love And Love Became Me.