Wisdom Is Like The Rain. Its Source

A Candle Never Loses Any Of Its Light While Lighting Up Another Candle.

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.

Work In The Invisible World At Least As Hard As You Do In The Visible.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

I Am So Happy, I Cannot Be Contained In The World; But Like A Spirit, I Am Hidden From The Eyes Of The World.