Goodbyes Are Only For Those Who Love

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

You've Gotten Drunk On So Many Kinds Of Wine. Taste This. It Won't Make You Wild. It's Fire. Give Up, If You Don't Understand By This Time That Your Living Is Firewood.

Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary Is Inside You.

You Have No Need To Travel Anywhere - Journey Within Yourself. Enter A Mine Of Rubies And Bathe In The Splendor Of Your Own Light.