Patience Is The Key To Joy.

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.

Let Yourself Be Gently Pulled By The Deeper Desire Of What You Want.

Every Moment A Taste Of That Beauty In Our Mouths, Another Stashed In A Pocket. Impossible To Say What: No Cypress So Handsome, No Sunlight, A Lonely Hiddenness. Other Pleasure Gathers A Crowd, Starts A Fight, Lots Of Noise There. But Soul Beauty Stays Quiet..his Amazing Whereabouts Unknown Inside My Heart.

Every Forest Branch Moves Differently In The Breeze, But As They Sway They Connect At The Roots.

Every Step I Take Is A Blessing.