This Being Human Is A Guest House.

What Is The Heart? A Flower Opening.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You, Not Knowing How Blind That Was. Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

Words Can Fertilize Space Now And Then; Don't Deny Yourself Becoming Enriched.

On This Path Let The Heart Be Your Guide.

Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart Has A Thousand Tongues.