Peace Goes Into The Making Of A

What Did The Tree Learn From The Earth To Be Able To Talk With The Sky?

He Who Does Not Travel, Who Does Not Read, Who Does Not Listen To Music, Who Does Not Find Grace In Himself, She Who Does Not Find Grace In Herself, Dies Slowly.

Only A Burning Patience Will Lead To The Attainment Of A Splendid Happiness.

Hands Make The World Each Day.

I Walked Around As You Do, Investigating The Endless Star, And In My Net, During The Night, I Woke Up Naked, The Only Thing Caught, A Fish Trapped Inside The Wind.