Be Full Of Sorrow, That You May

Who Gets Up Early To Discover The Moment Light Begins?

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.

If You Are A Man Of Learning, Read Something Classic, A History Of The Human Struggle And Don't Settle For Mediocre Verse.

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

You Are The Soul And The Medicine For What Wounds The Soul.