To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.

Let the beauty we love do what we do.

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.

Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic

Be patient where you sit in the dark. The dawn is coming