The Lust For Comfort, That Stealthy Thing

Give And Take... For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain If Life And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Is A Need And An Ecstasy.

She Danced The Dance Of Flames And Fire, And The Dance Of Swords And Spears; She Danced The Dance Of Stars And The Dance Of Space, And Then She Danced The Dance Of Flowers In The Wind.

To Be Closer To God, Be Closer To People.

Where Are You Now, My Beloved? Do You Hear My Weeping From Beyond The Ocean? Do You Understand My Need? Do You Know The Greatness Of My Patience?

If We Were To All Sit In A Circle And Confess Our Sins, We Would Laugh At Each Other For Lack Of Originality.