The Arms Of Love Encompass You With

I Have Always Loved The Desert. One Sits Down On A Desert Sand Dune, Sees Nothing, Hears Nothing. Yet Through The Silence Something Throbs, And Gleams.

We Are Prudent People. We Are Afraid To Let Go Of Our Petty Reality In Order To Grasp At A Great Shadow.

There Is Nothing That Can Equal The Treasure Of So Many Shared Memories.

The Seed Haunted By The Sun Never Fails To Find Its Way Between The Stones In The Ground. And The Pure Logician, If No Sun Draws Him Forth, Remains Entangled In His Logic.

But Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.