My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
Open the window of your heart and let the Spirit speak
Live life as if its rigged in your favor.
The intellectual quest, though fine as pearl or coral, is not the spiritual search. That spiritual search is on another level. Spiritual wine is a different substance.
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.