In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.
Rest in reason. Move in Passion.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
A root is a flower that disdains fame.
If we were to all sit in a circle and confess our sins, we would laugh at each other for lack of originality.