Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.

Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, the ones unadulterated with fear, or some urgency about "what's needed."

There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.