Silence Is The Root Of Everything. If

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

Every Step I Take Is A Blessing.

The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused Your Head To Ache.

Our Purpose Here On Earth: To Manifest The Very Nature Of Our Spirit, Which Is Touched By The Spirit Of God.

I Can Sense Your Presence In My Heart Although You Belong To All The World.