Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far

Yesterday Was Glory And Joy. Today, A Blackened Burn Everywhere. On The Record Of My Life, These Two Days Will Be Put Down As One

You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So Don't. You Have Wings. Learn To Use Them And Fly.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

Darkness May Hide The Trees And The Flowers From The Eyes But It Cannot Hide Love From The Soul.

Your Body Is Woven From The Light Of Heaven.