I am iron resisting the most enormous magnet there is.
There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
A pure heart, open to the Light, will be filled with the elixir of Truth.
Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.