Don't Grieve For What Doesn't Come. Some

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

Wisdom Is Like The Rain. Its Source Is Limitless, But It Comes Down According To The Season.

Cease Looking For Flowers! There Blooms A Garden In Your Own Home. While You Look For Trinkets The Treasure House Awaits You In Your Own Being.

Why Should I Be Weary When Every Cell Of My Body Is Bursting With Life?