You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not

Bring The Pure Wine Of Love And Freedom. But Sir, A Tornado Is Coming. More Wine, We'll Teach This Storm A Thing Or Two About Whirling.

Whatever Lifts The Corners Of Your Mouth, Trust That

Carry Your Baggage Towards Silence , When You Seek The Signs Of The Way.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul. Go On. Get Drunk.