Limited Love Asks For Possession Of The

Life Unfolds Itself In Mysteries Ways.

He Is Short-sighted Who Looks Only On The Path He Treads And The Wall On Which He Leans.

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

It Is Not The Sap Within The Furrowed Bark, Nor A Wing Attached To A Claw, But Rather A Garden Forever In Bloom And A Flock Of Angels Forever In Flight.

Solitude Is A Silent Storm That Breaks Down All Our Dead Branches; Yet It Sends Our Living Roots Deeper Into The Living Heart Of The Living Earth.