For Without You, I Swear, The Town

In This Earth, In This Immaculate Field, We Shall Not Plant Any Seeds Except For Compassion, Except For Love.

The Intellectual Quest Is Exquisite Like Pearls And Coral, But It Is Not The Same As The Spiritual Quest. The Spiritual Quest Is On Another Level Altogether, Spiritual Wine Has A Subtler Taste. The Intellect And The Senses Investigate Cause And Effect. The Spiritual Seeker Surrenders To The Wonder.

We Are As Pieces Of Chess Engaged In Victory And Defeat!

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.