You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

Through Your Love Existence And Nonexistence Merge. All Opposites Unite. All That Is Profane Becomes Sacred Again.

The Source Of Now Is Here.

Without Love, All Worship Is A Burden, All Dancing Is A Chore, All Music Is Mere Noise.

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.