Flowers Open Every Night Across The Sky,

We Began As Mineral. We Emerged Into Plant Life, And Into The Animal State, And Then Into Being Human, And Always We Have Forgotten Our Former States, Except In Early Spring When We Slightly Recall Being Green Again.

Come Sit With Me! Let Us Drink The Holy Wine Of Happiness.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.

Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope For A Treasure.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.