The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.
There are no edges to my loving now.
if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow
Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it.
To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.
Happy is the moment we sit together, with two forms, with two faces, yet one soul. You and I.