There Are Thousands Of Wines That Can

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.

Cease Looking For Flowers! There Blooms A Garden In Your Own Home. While You Look For Trinkets The Treasure House Awaits You In Your Own Being.

Whatever Happens, Just Keep Smiling And Lose Yourself In Love.