Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes

In The Depths Of Your Hopes And Desires, Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond, And Like Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow, Your Heart Dreams Of Spring. Trust The Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

Many A Doctrine Is Like A Window Pane. We See Truth Through It But It Divides Us From Truth.

Progress Lies Not In Enhancing What Is, But In Advancing Toward What Will Be.

Trees Are Poems The Earth Writes Upon The Sky, We Fell Them Down And Turn Them Into Paper, That We May Record Our Emptiness.

When Life Does Not Find A Singer To Sing Her Heart She Produces A Philosopher To Speak Her Mind.