When You Are Born, Your

Remembrance Is A Form Of Meeting.

And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

In The Depths Of Your Hopes And Desires, Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond, And Like Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow, Your Heart Dreams Of Spring. Trust The Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

Tears Have Cleansed My Eyes, And Errors Have Taught Me The Language Of The Hearts.

What Is Fear Of Need But Need Itself?