No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.

There Is Hope After Despair And Many Suns After Darkness.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

Lightning, Your Presence From Ground To Sky, No One Knows What Becomes Of Me, When You Take Me So Quickly.

Students Of Cunning Have Consumed Their Hearts And Learned Only Tricks; They've Thrown Away Real Riches: Patience, Self-sacrifice, Generosity. Rich Thought Opens The Way.