There's Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness.

Love Will Find Its Way Through All Languages On Its Own.

All Language Is A Longing For Home.

Knowledge That Is Acquired Is Not Like This. Those Who Have It Worry If Audiences Like It Or Not. It's A Bait For Popularity. Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul... The Only Real Customer Is God. Chew Quietly Your Sweet Sugarcane God-love, And Stay Playfully Childish.

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.