The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The

Just As The Heart Becomes Carefree In A Place Of Green, Growing Plants, Goodwill And Kindness Are Born When Our Souls Enter Happiness.

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

We Are All Bathed In The Same Light.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.