All Language Is A Longing For Home.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire. Your Essence Is Gold Hidden In Dust. To Reveal Its Splendor You Need To Burn In The Fire Of Love.

When Someone Is Counting Out Gold For You, Don't Look At Your Hands, Or The Gold. Look At The Giver.

There Is A Place Where Words Are Born Of Silence.

If You Don't Find True Balance, Anyone Can Deceive You.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.