Everything Is Soul And Flowering.

If You Want Money More Than Anything, You'll Be Bought And Sold. If You Have A Greed For Food, You'll Be A Loaf Of Bread. This Is A Subtle Truth: Whatever You Love, You Are.

Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul.

The Drum Of The Realization Of The Promise Is Beating, We Are Sweeping The Road To The Sky. Your Joy Is Here Today, What Remains For Tomorrow?

Heartsick, Heartbroken - To Know Love Is To Know Pain. What Could Be More Common? Even So, Each Broken Heart Is So Singular That With It We Probe The Divine.

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.