We Are All The Same ... All

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

Live Life As If Its Rigged In Your Favor.

One Drop Of That Ocean Is Hope, And The Rest Is Fear.

Love Isn't The Work Of The Tender And The Gentle; Love Is The Work Of Wrestlers. The One Who Becomes A Servant Of Lovers Is Really A Fortunate Sovereign. Don't Ask Anyone About Love; Ask Love About Love. Love Is A Cloud That Scatters Pearls.

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.