The Moon Stays Bright When It Doesn't

Sell Not Yourself At Little Price, Being So Precious In God's Eyes.

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

Within Tears, Find Hidden Laughter Seek Treasures Amid Ruins, Sincere One.

I Smile Like A Flower Not Only With My Lips But With My Whole Being.