Hardship May Dishearten At First, But Every

The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The Thorns.

Submit To Love Without Thinking

When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame, Abandoned By A Fantasy. …people Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky.

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same. Every Wonderful Sight Will Vanish, Every Sweet Word Will Fade, But Do Not Be Disheartened, The Source They Come From Is Eternal, Growing, Branching Out, Giving New Life And New Joy. Why Do You Weep? The Source Is Within You And This Whole World Is Springing Up From It.