The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

You Were Born With Potential. You Were Born With Goodness And Trust. You Were Born With Ideals And Dreams. You Were Born With Greatness. You Were Born With Wings. You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So Don't. You Have Wings. Learn To Use Them And Fly.

Your Defects Are The Ways That Glory Gets Manifested ... That's Where The Light Enters You.

He Is Like A Man Using A Candle To Look For The Sun