The Lion Who Breaks The

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/ Look For The Remedy Inside The Pain/ Because The Rose Came From The Thorn/ And The Ruby Came From A Stone.

Stay With Friends Who Support You In These. Talk With Them About Sacred Texts, And How You Are Doing, And How They Are Doing, And Keep Your Practices Together.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.