In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

I Want To Be Where Your Bare Foot Walks, Because Maybe Before You Step, You'll Look At The Ground. I Want That Blessing

If You Are Wholly Perplexed And In Straits, Have Patience, For Patience Is The Key To Joy.

What In Your Life Is Calling You, When All The Noise Is Silenced, The Meetings Adjourned... The Lists Laid Aside, And The Wild Iris Blooms By Itself In The Dark Forest... What Still Pulls On Your Soul?

All Your Anxiety Is Because Of Your Desire For Harmony. Seek Disharmony, Then You Will Gain Peace.