I Am A Drunkard From

We Are The Mirror - As Well As The Face In It.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.

The Very Center Of Your Heart Is Where Life Begins. The Most Beautiful Place On Earth.

He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is Higher Than The Angels; He Whose Lust Overcomes His Intelligence Is Less Than An Animal.