When I Am Silent, I Have Thunder

As You Live Deeper In The Heart, The Mirror Gets Clearer And Cleaner.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits, Except In Your Mind.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...