Prayer Clears The Mist And

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

As Long As An Angel Is Not Annihilated, It Is A Devil.

Everything In The Universe Is Within You. Ask All From Yourself.

Hall Of Love Has Ten Thousand Swords. Don't Be Afraid To Use One.