Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said,

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

There's A Path From Your Heart To Mine.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Where Lowland Is, That's Where Water Goes. All Medicine Wants Is Pain To Cure.

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