Life Unfolds Itself In Mysteries Ways.

And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

Love Is Trembling Happiness.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth.

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.