I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing

Don't Get Lost In Your Pain, Know That One Day Your Pain Will Become Your Cure.

Forget Every Touch Or Sound That Did Not Teach You How To Dance

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

When I Die, I Shall Soar With Angels, And When I Die To The Angels, What I Shall Become You Cannot Imagine.

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