We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities,

If Your Heart Is A Volcano, How Shall You Expect Flowers To Bloom?

In The Mouth Of Society Are Many Diseased Teeth, Decayed To The Bones Of The Jaws. But Society Makes No Effort To Have Them Extracted And Be Rid Of The Affliction. It Contents Itself With Gold Fillings.

And Before My Soul Took Me To Task I Was Hard Of Hearing; I Heard Only Tumult And Uproar. But Now I Am All Ears Listening To The Silence And Its Choirs Singing The Hymns Of Time, Intoning The Praises Of The Firmament, Revealing The Secrets Of The Invisible.

Your Friend Is Your Field Which You Sow With Love And Reap With Thanksgiving.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?