Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire. Your Essence Is Gold Hidden In Dust. To Reveal Its Splendor You Need To Burn In The Fire Of Love.

I Am Smiling At Myself Today There's No Wish Left In This Heart Or Perhaps There Is No Heart Left Free From All Desire I Sit Quietly Like Earth My Silent Cry Echoes Like Thunder Throughout The Universe I Am Not Worried About It I Know It Will Be Heard By No One Except Me.

When The Ocean Surges, Don't Let Me Just Hear It. Let It Splash Inside My Chest!

When The Goodwill Of Hearts Is With You, Fountains Of Wisdom Will Begin To Flow From Within Your Own Being.

God (in His Mercy) Accepts False Coin.