The Day Is Conscious Of

Love Is An Emotion. Totally Silent And Inexpressible With Words.

These Pains You Feel Are Messengers. Listen To Them.

Now Is The Time To Unite The Soul And The World.

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

Your Calling My Name Is My Reply. Your Longing For Me Is My Message To You.