Birdsong Brings Relief To My

Each Has To Enter The Nest Made By The Other Imperfect Bird.

To Love Is To Be God. Never Will A Lover's Chest Feel Any Sorrow. Never Will A Lover's Robe Be Touched By Mortals. Never Will A Lover's Body Be Found Buried In The Earth. To Love Is To Be God.

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.

Light The Incense! You Have To Burn To Be Fragrant.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.