We Must Die To Become

Are You Fleeing From Love Because Of A Single Humiliation? What Do You Know Of Love Except The Name? Love Has A Hundred Forms Of Pride And Disdain, And Is Gained By A Hundred Means Of Persuasion. Since Love Is Loyal, It Purchases One Who Is Loyal: It Has No Interest In A Disloyal Companion. The Human Being Resembles A Tree; Its Root Is A Covenant With God: That Root Must Be Cherished With All One's Might.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

Whatever You Lost Through Fate, Be Certain That It Saved You From Pain.

You Were Born With Potential. You Were Born With Goodness And Trust. You Were Born With Ideals And Dreams. You Were Born With Greatness. You Were Born With Wings. You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So Don't. You Have Wings. Learn To Use Them And Fly.

Shut Your Eyes So The Heart May Become Your Eye, And With That Vision Look Upon Another World. If You Can Step Away From Your Need For Self-approval, All That You Do, Top To Bottom, Will Be Approved.