One Flower May Slay The Winter And

Music Sets Up Ladders, It Makes Us Invisible, It Sets Us Apart, It Lets Us Escape; But From The Visible There Is No Escape.

I Testify To Rainbow Feathers, To The Span Of Heaven And Walls Of Colour, The Colonnades Of Jasper.

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.

I Could Not Accept From Wisdom What Love Taught, Woman Is Perfect.