Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The

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

Your Body Is Woven From The Light Of Heaven. Are You Aware That Its Purity And Swiftness Is The Envy Of Angels And Its Courage Keeps Even Devils Away.

If My Head Holds One Thought Wise And Clear, It's You. Poor As I Am, What I Hold Dear Is You. No Matter How I See Myself, I'm Nothing ... Anything I Am Entirely Is You!

Reason Is The Shadow Cast By God; God Is The Sun.

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.