I Don’t Know Why; When I Look

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

With Life As Short As A Half-taken Breath, Don't Plant Anything But Love.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.