There Are Many Ways To The Divine.

The Sun Comes Back Every Day With New And Powerful Secrets.

Whatever You Lost Through Fate, Be Certain That It Saved You From Pain.

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of What You Really Love. In The Depths There Is A Spring With All The Water Your Heart Is Thirsty For.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.