If All You Can Do Is Crawl,

No Mirror Ever Became Iron Again; No Bread Ever Became Wheat; No Ripened Grape Ever Became Sour Fruit. Mature Yourself And Be Secure From A Change For The Worse. Become The Light.

You Could String A Hundred Endless Days Together, My Soul Would Find No Comfort From This Pain. You Laugh At My Tale? You May Be Educated But You Haven’t Learned To Love Till You’re Insane

Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking. Live In Silence.

The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers Whatever Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That?

Darkness May Hide The Trees And The Flowers From The Eyes But It Cannot Hide Love From The Soul.