With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.
I come to YOU without ME, come to ME without YOU.
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.
The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.
Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.