Pure Souls, Didn’t I Tell

There Is A Field Beyond All Notions Of Right And Wrong. Come, Meet Me There.

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

Hall Of Love Has Ten Thousand Swords. Don't Be Afraid To Use One.

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.