Every Door Is Another Passage,

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.

Keep Digging Your Well. Water Is There Somewhere.

Are You Fleeing From Love Because Of A Single Humiliation? What Do You Know Of Love Except The Name? Love Has A Hundred Forms Of Pride And Disdain, And Is Gained By A Hundred Means Of Persuasion. Since Love Is Loyal, It Purchases One Who Is Loyal: It Has No Interest In A Disloyal Companion. The Human Being Resembles A Tree; Its Root Is A Covenant With God: That Root Must Be Cherished With All One's Might.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.