Free Of Who I Was,

Keep Digging Your Well. Water Is There Somewhere.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

The Life Of This World Is Nothing But The Harmony Of Opposites

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.