Every Moment I Shape My

Wherever You Stand, Be The Soul Of That Place.

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.

And Don't Think The Garden Loses Its Ecstasy In Winter. It's Quiet, But The Roots Are Down There Riotous.

I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depth Of The Stars.

There Is Hope After Despair And Many Suns After Darkness.