Every Step I Take Is A Blessing.

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

My Religion Is To Be Alive From Love.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

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?

We Are The Sun With All The Different Kinds Of Light.