Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both, you don't belong with us.

A thief loves the night. I am day. I reveal essences.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

You transform all those who are touched by You.

The source of now is here.