At The End Of My Life, With

Wherever You Stand, Be The Soul Of That Place.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

Do Not Believe In An Absurdity No Matter Who Says It.

Love Is A River. Drink From It.

Let The Beauty We Love Be What We Do. There Are Hundreds Of Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground.