The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.

With Each Passing Moment, A Soul Sets Off To Find Itself.

You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood Come Merge With Me Leave This World Of Ignorance