I Am Your Own Voice Echoing Off

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River.

What Will Our Children Do In The Morning If They Do Not See Us Fly?

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy.

Love Is The Way Messengers From The Mystery Tell Us Things