O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, the ones unadulterated with fear, or some urgency about "what's needed."
Either give me more wine or leave me alone.
World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.
The middle path is the way to wisdom