The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.

Life Is Balance Of Holding On And Letting Go.

Intelligence Is The Shadow Of Objective Truth. How Can The Shadow Vie With Sunshine?

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

I Was There In The Beginning And I Was The Spirit Of Love.