Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts

Come Into My Eyes, And Look At Me Through Them, For I Have Chosen A Home Far Beyond What Eyes Can See.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, Shaman, Zoroastrian, Stone, Ground, Mountain, River, Each Has A Secret Way Of Being With The Mystery, Unique And Not To Be Judged.

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You

Lovers Think They Are Looking For Each Other, But There Is Only One Search: Wandering This World Is Wandering That, Both Inside One Transparent Sky. In Here There Is No Dogma And No Heresy.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.