All Is Known In The Sacredness Of

Come, Seek, For Search Is The Foundation Of Fortune: Every Success Depends Upon Focusing The Heart.

There Goes A River Dragging An Ocean Behind It.

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.

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.

Each Has To Enter The Nest Made By The Other Imperfect Bird.