The Soul Lives There In The Silent

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

This Is A Subtle Truth. Whatever You Love, You Are.

Love Comes Of Its Own Free Will, It Can't Be Learned In Any School!

Loosen The Bonds Of Avarice From Your Hands And Neck.

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.