This Is How I Would Die Into

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

Whenever You Are Alone, Remind Yourself That God Has Sent Everyone Else Away So That There Is Only You And Him.

My Boat Strikes Something Deep. At First Sounds Of Silence, Waves. Nothing Has Happened; Or Perhaps Everything Has Happened. And I Am Sitting In My New Life.

True Beauty Is A Ray That Springs From The Sacred Depths Of The Soul.

Thinking Gives Off Smoke To Prove The Existence Of Fire. A Mystic Sits Inside The Burning. There Are Wonderful Shapes In Rising Smoke That Imagination Loves To Watch. But It's A Mistake To Leave The Fire For That Filmy Sight. Stay Here At The Flame's Core.