Every Moment I Shape My Destiny With

When Love First Tasted The Lips Of Being Human, It Started Singing.

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.