The Soul Is Here For Its Own

Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The Light. Sometimes It Disappears Into The Light

A Mountain Keeps An Echo Deep Inside Itself. That's How I Hold Your Voice.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

Dance, And Make Joyous The Love Around You. Dance, And Your Veils Which Hide The Light Shall Swirl In A Heap At Your Feet.

Don't Make The Body Do What The Spirit Does Best, And Don't Put A Big Load On The Spirit That The Body Could Easily Carry.