Nothing Is Meaningful Except Surrendering

Through Love, All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The Shore. Whatever Is In A Sea Hits The Shore.

If You Wish For Light, Be Ready To Receive Light.