Asleep Or Awake, Writing Or Reading, Whatever

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.

I Have Come To Drag You Out Of Yourself And Take You Into My Heart. I Have Come To Bring Out The Beauty You Never Knew You Had, And Lift You Like A Prayer To The Sky.

Pull The Thorn Of Existence Out Of The Heart! Fast! For When You Do, You Will See Thousands Of Rose Gardens In Yourself.

Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us, Saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, But We Outwit That Spell By Enjoying This Now.

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.