The final flight make your last journey from this strange world soar for the heights where there is no more God has created your wings not to be dormant as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you're alive.

Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.

Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.

Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you.