Soul, A Moving River. Body, The Riverbed.

In Our Hearts There Burns A Fire... That Burns All Veils To Their Root And Foundation When Those Veils Have Been Burned Away Then The Heart Will Understand Completely. Ancient Love Will Unfold Ever-fresh Forms In The Heart Of The Spirit, In The Core Of The Heart.

The Intelligent Desire Self-control; Children Want Candy.

Darkness May Hide The Trees And The Flowers From The Eyes But It Cannot Hide Love From The Soul.

Plant The Love Of The Holy Ones Within Your Spirit; Don't Give Your Heart To Anything, But The Love Of Those Whose Hearts Are Glad.

With Every Breath, I Plant The Seeds Of Devotion, I Am A Farmer Of The Heart.