I Didn't Come Here Of My Own

Birds Make Great Sky-circles Of Their Freedom. How Do They Learn It? They Fall And Falling, They're Given Wings.

Grief Can Be The Garden Of Compassion. If You Keep Your Heart Open Through Everything, Your Pain Can Become Your Greatest Ally In Your Life's Search For Love And Wisdom.

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

All Loves Are A Bridge To Divine Love. Yet, Those Who Have Not Had A Taste Of It Do Not Know!

And You? When Will You Begin That Long Journey Into Yourself?