Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.

This Silence, This Moment, Every Moment, If It's Genuinely Inside You, Brings What You Need.

Every Prophet And Every Saint Has A Way, But All Lead To God. All Ways Are Really One.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.

We Are The Mirror - As Well As The Face In It.