God Looks Not At Your Form, Nor

Concentrate On The Essence, Concentrate On The Light.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

God Put Thorns Around The Love's Door To Stop Anyone Who's Not A Lover From Entering.

Love Is Fearless In The Midst Of The Sea Of Fear.

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.