The Garden Of The World Has No

These Pains You Feel Are Messengers. Listen To Them.

Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love.

In Real Existence There Is Only Unity.

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.