Flow Down And Down In Always Widening

Throw Off Your Tiredness. Let Me Show You One Tiny Spot Of The Beauty That Can't Be Spoken.

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

Let The Beauty Of What You Love Be What You Do.

The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.