You Already Have The Precious Mixture That

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover

Before Death Takes Away What You Are Given, Give Away What There Is To Give.

The Final Flight Make Your Last Journey From This Strange World Soar For The Heights Where There Is No More God Has Created Your Wings Not To Be Dormant As Long As You Are Alive You Must Try More And More To Use Your Wings To Show You're Alive.

Walk Patiently Through This Troubled World, And You Will Find Great Treasure. Even Though Your House May Be Small, Look Within It!