If Your Thought Is A Rose, You

In Their Seeking, Wisdom And Madness Are One And The Same. On The Path Of Love, Friend And Stranger Are One And The Same.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain.

That Which God Said To The Rose, And Caused It To Laugh In Full-blown Beauty, He Said To My Heart, And Made It A Hundred Times More Beautiful.