Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

You Are Quaffing Drink From A Hundred Fountains: Whenever Any Of These Hundred Yields Less, Your Pleasure Is Diminished. But When The Sublime Fountain Gushes From Within You, No Longer Need You Steal From The Other Fountains.

Infinite Mercy Flows Continually But You're Asleep And Can't See It.

Seek The Sound That Never Ceases. Seek The Sun That Never Sets.

They Say 'he Cannot Be Found'. Something That Cannot Be 'found' Is What I Desire.

This Is What Love Does And Continues To Do. It Tastes Like Honey To Adults And Milk To Children.