Love Is The Vital Core Of The

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

Every Moment I Shape My Destiny With A Chisel - I Am The Carpenter Of My Own Soul.

You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not Weep Like A Beggar For Pieces Of The World.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.