Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes

In The Depth Of Your Hopes And Desires Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond.

Love Possesses Not Nor Will It Be Possessed, For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

You Are Persecuted And Despised. It Were Better That A Person Should Be The Oppressed Than That He Should Be The Oppressor; And Fitter That He Should Be A Victim To The Frailty Of Human Instincts Than That He Should Be Powerful And Crush The Flowers Of Life And Disfigure The Beauties Of Feeling With His Desire.

Are You A Politician Asking What Your Country Can Do For You Or A Zealous One Asking What You Can Do For Your Country? If You Are The First, Then You Are A Parasite; If The Second, Then You Are An Oasis In The Desert.

The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.