Love Prides Itself Not Only In The

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

For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun? And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

Life Is But A Sleep Disturbed By Dreaming, Prompted By The Will; The Saddened Soul With Sadness Hides It's Secrets, And The Gay, With Thrill.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

Between The Shores Of The Oceans And The Summit Of The Highest Mountain Is A Secret Route That You Must Absolutely Take Before Being One With The Sons Of The Earth.