A Candle Never Loses Any Of Its

Start A Huge, Foolish Project, Like Noah…it Makes Absolutely No Difference What People Think Of You.

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

There Are Many Winds Full Of Anger, And Lust And Greed. They Move The Rubbish Around, But The Solid Mountain Of Our True Nature Stays Where It's Always Been.

When I Am Silent, I Fall Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

Although I May Try To Describe Love, When I Experience It, I Am Speechless.