Forget Every Touch Or Sound

Protect Yourself......from Your Own Thoughts.

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.

The Spiritual Path Wrecks The Body And Afterwards Restores It To Health. It Destroys The House To Unearth The Treasure, And With That Treasure Builds It Better Than Before.

There Is No Room For Hypocrisy. Why Use Bitter Soup For Healing When Sweet Water Is Everywhere?