Learn To Speak By Listening.

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

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.

My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

There Is One Way Of Breathing That Is Shameful And Constricted. Then, There's Another Way: A Breath Of Love That Takes You All The Way To Infinity.

Do Thou Smile Like The Rose At Loss And Gain; For The Rose, Though Its Petals Be Torn Asunder, Still Smiles On, And It Is Never Cast Down.