There Is A Way Between Voice And

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

Ignore Those That Make You Fearful And Sad, That Degrade You Back Towards Disease And Death.

The Spirit Is So Near That You Can't See It! But Reach For It... Don't Be A Jar, Full Of Water, Whose Rim Is Always Dry. Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Night And Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him.

Once You Conquer Your Selfish Self, All Your Darkness Will Change To Light.

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.