We Are The Fingertips Of

That Which Is False Troubles The Heart, But Truth Brings Joyous Tranquility.

You Transform All Those Who Are Touched By You.

Giving Thanks For Abundance Is Sweeter Than The Abundance Itself.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

All Your Anxiety Is Because Of Your Desire For Harmony. Seek Disharmony, Then You Will Gain Peace.