Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The

We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour Faces.

The Soul Lives There In The Silent Breath.

The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy.

Keep Digging Your Well. Water Is There Somewhere.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.