Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope

I Died As A Mineral And Became A Plant, I Died As A Plant And Rose To Animal, I Died As An Animal And I Was Man. Why Should I Fear? When Was I Less By Dying?

On A Day When The Wind Is Perfect, The Sail Just Needs To Open And The World Is Full Of Beauty. Today Is Such A Day.

You And I Have Spoken All These Words, But For The Way We Have To Go,words Are No Preparation. I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing In My Soul. Let It Dissolve In Your Ocean

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

Love And Lover Live In Eternity. Other Desires Are Substitutes For That Way Of Being.