Tend To Your Vital Heart, And All

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

For Without You, I Swear, The Town Has Become Like A Prison To Me. Distraction And The Mountain And The Desert, All I Desire.

Nearness To God Is Common To Us All, Because We're All Created And Sustained By God, But Only The Authentically Noble Possess And Live That Nearness That's A Constant Upswelling Passion Of Love.

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

Achieve Some Perfection [excellence] Yourself, So That You May Not Fall Into Sorrow By Seeing The Perfection In Others.