Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots,

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

Whoever Finds Love Beneath Hurt And Grief Disappears Into Emptiness With A Thousand New Disguises

Watch For All That Beauty Reflecting From You And Sing A Love Song To Your Existence.

Like A Sculptor, If Necessary, Carve A Friend Out Of Stone. Realize That Your Inner Sight Is Blind And Try To See A Treasure In Everyone.

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.