Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things

Don't Allow Your Animal Nature To Rule Your Reason.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

And Don't Think The Garden Loses Its Ecstasy In Winter. It's Quiet, But The Roots Are Down There Riotous.

If Your Heart Isn't Yet Illumined Be Awake Always, Be A Seeker Of The Heart, Be At War Continually With Your Carnal Soul. But If Your Heart Is Already Awakened, Sleep Peacefully, Sleep In The Arms Of Love

Set Your Life On Fire. Seek Those Who Fan Your Flames