Your Acts Of Kindness Are

You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood Come Merge With Me Leave This World Of Ignorance

The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What To Ignore.

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.

The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be Clear, So You Can Discern The Ugly From The Beautiful.

When The World Pushes You To Your Knees, You're In The Perfect Position To Pray.