Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes

God Has Made Many Doors Opening Into Truth Which He Opens To All Who Knock Upon Them With Hands Of Faith.

The Nearest To My Heart Are A King Without A Kingdom And A Poor Man Who Does Not Know How To Beg.

Behold, I Have Reached The Peak Of The Mountain And My Spirit Has Taken Flight In The Heavens Of Freedom And Liberation. I Have Gone Far, Far Away, O Children Of My Mother; The Hills Beyond The Mists Are Now Hidden From My View, The Last Traces Of The Valleys Have Been Flooded By The Ocean Of Serenity, And The Paths And Trails Have Been Erased By The Hand Of Oblivion. The Roar Of Ocean Waves Has Faded. I No Longer Hear Anything But The Anthem Of Eternity, Which Harmonizes With The Spirit.

If You Are Poor, Shun Association With Him Who Measures Men With The Yardstick Of Riches.

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.