Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

Whoever Travels Without A Guide, Needs Two Hundred Years For A Two-day Journey.

We Are As The Flute, And The Music In Us Is From Thee; We Are As The Mountain And The Echo In Us Is From Thee.

The Quieter We Become, The More We Can Hear.

The Thirsty Look For Water, But Water Also Looks For Thirsty.