I Hear A Drum In

Whenever They Rebuild An Old Building, They Must First Of All Destroy The Old One.

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.

On This Path Let The Heart Be Your Guide.

Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is Going To Set. During These Brief Days That You Have Strength, Be Quick And Spare No Effort Of Your Wings

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same. Every Wonderful Sight Will Vanish, Every Sweet Word Will Fade, But Do Not Be Disheartened, The Source They Come From Is Eternal, Growing, Branching Out, Giving New Life And New Joy. Why Do You Weep? The Source Is Within You And This Whole World Is Springing Up From It.