Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

I Will Find New Meaning In Every Joy And Sorrow.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

A Breath Of Love Can Take You All The Way To Infinity

You Knock At The Door Of Reality. You Shake Your Thought Wings, Loosen Your Shoulders, And Open.