Just As The Heart Becomes Carefree In

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

All Religions, All This Singing, One Song. The Differences Are Just Illusion And Vanity. The Sun’s Light Looks A Little Different On This Wall Than It Does On That Wall, And A Lot Different On This Other One, But It’s Still One Light.

Death Has Nothing To Do With Going Away.the Sun Sets The Moon Sets But They Are Not Gone.

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.