When I Planted My Pain

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart. It Reaches The Ear Of God Even If It Is Mingled With The Cry And The Tumult Of A Thousand Men.

I Am Forever Walking Upon These Shores, Betwixt The Sand And The Foam, The High Tide Will Erase My Food Prnts, And The Wind Will Blow Away The Foam, But The Sea And The Shore Will Remain Forver

If You Would Behold The Spirit Of Death, Open Your Heart Wide Unto The Body Of Life. For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And Sea Are One.

Real Beauty Lies In The Spiritual Accord That Is Called Love Which Can Exist Between A Man And A Woman.