Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.

Listen To The Unstruck Sounds, And What Sifts Through That Music.

With Life As Short As A Half-taken Breath, Don't Plant Anything But Love.

We May Know Who We Are Or We May Not. We May Be Muslims, Jews Or Christians But Until Our Hearts Become The Mould For Every Heart We Will See Only Our Differences.

When I Am Silent, I Have Thunder Hidden Inside.