How Very Hard It Is To Be

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.

Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye In Good Friendship, And Great Hearts Expand And Grow One In The Sense Of This World's Life.

He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time!

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

There Is An Inmost Center In Us All, Where Truth Abides In Fullness;....and, To Know, Rather Consists In Opening Out A Way Where The Imprisoned Splendor May Escape, Then In Effecting Entry For A Light Supposed To Be Without.