And Only The Sure Of Foot Can

Give And Take... For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain If Life And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Is A Need And An Ecstasy.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

A Voice Cannot Carry The Tongue And The Lips That Gave It Wings. Alone Must It Seek The Ether. And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.