As You Start To Walk On The

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

You Think Of Yourself As A Citizen Of The Universe. You Think You Belong To This World Of Dust And Matter. Out Of This Dust You Have Created A Personal Image, And Have Forgotten About The Essence Of Your True Origin

Love, The Life-giving Garden Of This World.

Trust Means You're Ready To Risk What You Currently Have.

Love Itself Describes Its Own Perfection. Be Speechless And Listen.