Half-heartedne Ss Doesn't Reach Into Majesty.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.

The Ground's Generosity Takes In Our Compost And Grows Beauty! Try To Be More Like The Ground.

What Hurts You, Blesses You. Darkness Is Your Candle.

When There's No Sign Of Hope In The Desert, So Much Hope Still Lives Inside Despair. Heart, Don't Kill That Hope.