Like A Sculptor, If Necessary, Carve A

Once The Seed Of Faith Takes Root, It Cannot Be Blown Away, Even By The Strongest Wind - Now That’s A Blessing.

Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep.

You Run Back And Forth Listening For Unusual Events, Peering Into The Faces Of Travelers. "why Are You Looking At Me Like A Madman?" I Have Lost A Friend. Please Forgive Me.

Your Mind, This Globe Of Awareness, Is A Starry Universe. When You Push Off With Your Foot, A Thousand New Roads Become Clear.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.