A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.