There Are Many Ways To The Divine.

Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The Shore. Whatever Is In A Sea Hits The Shore.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.

There Is Another Language Beyond Language, Another Place Beyond Heaven And Hell. Precious Gems Come From Another Mine, The Heart Draws Light From Another Source.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

There Are Many Languages In The World; In Meaning All Are The Same. If You Break The Cups, Water Will Be Unified And Will Flow Together.