If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So

He Has Afflicted You From Every Direction In Order To Pull You Back To The Directionless.

Love Is The Vital Core Of The Soul. And Of All You See, Only Love Is Infinite.

The World Is Like A Courtroom, With God As Our Judge. We Are Called Upon To Fulfill Our Covenant With God, Who Asked, "am I Not Your Lord?" To Which We Answered, "yea." And Since Here On Earth We Are On Trial, Our Every Word And Action Form The Witness To And The Evidence Of That Agreement.

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.

You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.