You Are The Soul And The Medicine

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

To Me Nothing In The World Is As Precious As A Genuine Smile, Especially From A Child.

There Is A Light Seed Grain Inside. You Fill It With Yourself, Or It Dies.

Brother, Stand The Pain. Escape The Poison Of Your Impulses. The Sky Will Bow To Your Beauty, If You Do. Learn To Light The Candle. Rise With The Sun. Turn Away From The Cave Of Your Sleeping. That Way A Thorn Expands To A Rose.

Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise.