Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

The Unseen Presence Keeps Saying To Us, ‘you Are Joy!’

It's Your Road & Yours Alone. Others May Walk It With You, But No One Can Walk It For You

I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is Love Surely My Master Won't Let Me Grow To Be A Fool.