The Branch Might Seem Like The Fruit's

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.

I Can't Stop Pointing To The Beauty. Every Moment And Place Says, 'put This Design In Your Carpet!'

Each And Every Part Of The World Is A Snare For The Fool And A Means Of Deliverance For The Wise.