No More Words. Hear Only The Voice

There Is Something To Be Said For Anyone Who Sits Alone With Dignity And Silently Begs For God.

The Only Lasting Beauty Is The Beauty Of The Heart

Words Can Fertilize Space Now And Then; Don't Deny Yourself Becoming Enriched.

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.

Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being Poured. Don't Mind That You've Been Given A Dirty Cup.