That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

From the Distance You only See My Light; Come closer and You will Know that I Am You.

The love religion is all that is written here.

Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.

Show me anger and I will show you 'Hurt'. Show me hurt and I will show you 'Love'. Peel the layers if you care!

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.