There Is A Life-force Within Your Soul,

The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be Clear, So You Can Discern The Ugly From The Beautiful.

If The Beautiful One Is Not Inside You, Then What Is That Light Hidden Under Your Cloak?

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits Except In Your Mind. Its Presence Is More Beautiful Than The Stars With More Clarity Than The Polished Mirror Of Your Heart.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape. Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Color. Do It Now.

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.