Trees Are Poems The Earth

Seek Ye Counsel Of The Aged For Their Eyes Have Looked On The Faces Of The Years And Their Ears Have Hardened To The Voices Of Life. Even If Their Counsel Is Displeasing To You, Pay Heed To Them.

Love That Does Not Renew Itself Every Day Becomes A Habit And In Turn A Slavery.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding. It Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self. Therefore, Trust The Physician And Drink His Remedy In Silence And Tranquility.

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another Day; And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Sunset Left Us.