A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It

You Suppose You Are The Trouble But You Are The Cure You Suppose That You Are The Lock On The Door But You Are The Key That Opens It It's Too Bad That You Want To Be Someone Else You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted

The Light Which Shines In The Eye Is Really The Light Of The Heart.. The Light Which Fills The Heart Is The Light Of God, Which Is Pure And Separate From The Light Of Intellect And Sense.

Last Night I Learned How To Be A Lover Of God. To Live In This World And Call Nothing My Own.

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.