Be Full Of Sorrow, That

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting In Hell At The Bottom Of The Dark, We're Afraid Of Our Own Immortality.

I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is Love Surely My Master Won't Let Me Grow To Be A Fool.

There Is No Way Into Presence Except Through A Love Exchange.

Be Patient Where You Sit In The Dark. The Dawn Is Coming