She was romantic, 
perhaps perverted
Love was pouring 
from her eyes
She was too beautiful for her 
own good. 
She was vivid with
her mouth,
and her body
a powerful thing. 
She denied every culture,
and cried holy tears 
to God. 
She was terrifying.
When I would kiss her 
it felt like God
created the world in her mouth. 
I did not know 
how to touch her.
She was a wet woman 
on fire. 
I did not know how the
hell to love her. 
She was too much 
and I hated her for that.
She was too much,
and I loved her for it. 

In her presence I would die.

—  Her Bed Was A Kingdom by Royla Asghar 

“Creativity and ego cannot go together. If you free yourself from the comparing and jealous mind, your creativity opens up endlessly. Just as water springs from a fountain, creativity springs from every moment. You must not be your own obstacle. You must not be owned by the environment you are in. You must own the environment, the phenomenal world around you. You must be able to freely move in and out of your mind. This is being free. There is no way you can’t open up your creativity. There is no ego to speak of. That is my belief.”
—Zen Buddhist nun, Jeong Kwan, CHEF’S TABLE, S03E01