Every Bird Will Follow It's Specie.

Every Moment, The Sunlight Is Totally Empty And Totally Full.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

To Become Spiritual, You Must Die To Self, And Come Alive In The Lord. Only Then Will The Mysteries Of God Fall From Your Lips. To Die To Self Through Self-discipline Causes Suffering But Brings You Everlasting Life.

In Order To Understand The Dance One Must Be Still. And In Order To Truly Understand Stillness One Must Dance.

Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now We Are Beings Of Light, Radiating Love.