There Is A Place Where Words Are

Love Is That Flame That Once Kindled Burns Everything, And Only The Mystery And The Journey Remain.

If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us, Saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, But We Outwit That Spell By Enjoying This Now.

All Religions, All This Singing, One Song. The Differences Are Just Illusion And Vanity. The Sun’s Light Looks A Little Different On This Wall Than It Does On That Wall, And A Lot Different On This Other One, But It’s Still One Light.

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.