A Secret Freedom Opens Through A Crevice

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

Your Heart Is The Size Of An Ocean. Go Find Yourself In Its Hidden Depths.

Sometimes In Order To Help He Makes Us Cry Happy The Eye That Sheds Tears For His Sake Fortunate The Heart That Burns For His Sake Laughter Always Follow Tears Blessed Are Those Who Understand Life Blossoms Wherever Water Flows Where Tears Are Shed Divine Mercy Is Shown

The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers Whatever Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That?

Those With Open Hearts Always Have Open Hands.