You Think Because You Understand 'one' You

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches For What's Not There To Practice His Craft.

What Draws Friends Together Does Not Conform To The Laws Of Nature.

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

Once The Seed Of Faith Takes Root, It Cannot Be Blown Away, Even By The Strongest Wind - Now That’s A Blessing.