Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But

All Our Words Are But Crumbs That Fall Down From The Feast Of The Mind.

And As A Single Leaf Turns Not Yellow But With The Silent Knowledge Of The Whole Tree.

They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work.

But Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You. Love One Another But Make Not A Bond Of Love: Let It Rather Be A Moving Sea Between The Shores Of Your Souls.