No One Looks Back And Regrets Leaving

Love Is A River. Drink From It.

We Gather At Night To Celebrate Being Human. Sometimes We Call Out Low To The Tambourine. Fish Drink The Sea, But The Sea Does Not Get Smaller! We Eat The Clouds And Evening Light. We Are Slaves Tasting The Royal Wine.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

Journey From The Self To The Self And Find The Mine Of Gold. Leave Behind What Is Sour And Bitter And Move Toward The Sweet.

Wear Gratitude Like A Cloak And It Will Feed Every Corner Of Your Life.