Whoever Has Heart's Doors Wide Open, Could

I Love Myself...i Love You. I Love You...i Love Myself.

There Is Some Kiss We Want With The Whole Of Our Lives.

Gamble Everything For Love, If You're A True Human Being.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.