The Heart Has Its Own Language. The

Were There No Men Of Vision, All Who Are Blind Would Be Dead.

Don't Sit And Wait. Get Out There, Feel Life. Touch The Sun, And Immerse In The Sea.

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.

Tend To Your Vital Heart, And All That You Worry About Will Be Solved.