Your Name Is Upon My

Every Tree, Every Growing Thing As It Grows, Says This Truth, You Harvest What You Sow.

Seek The Sound That Never Ceases. Seek The Sun That Never Sets.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

Grief Can Be The Garden Of Compassion. If You Keep Your Heart Open Through Everything, Your Pain Can Become Your Greatest Ally In Your Life's Search For Love And Wisdom.

Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your Arms Are Heavy With Treasures Of All Kinds.