The cure for pain is in the pain.

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

I am so close, I may look distant.

This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.

The universe and the light of the stars come through me.

Let yourself be gently pulled by the deeper desire of what you want.

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.