Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens

God Put Thorns Around The Love's Door To Stop Anyone Who's Not A Lover From Entering.

I Am The Dust In The Sunlight, I Am The Ball Of The Sun . . . I Am The Mist Of Morning, The Breath Of Evening . . . . I Am The Spark In The Stone, The Gleam Of Gold In The Metal . . . . The Rose And The Nightingale Drunk With Its Fragrance. I Am The Chain Of Being, The Circle Of The Spheres, The Scale Of Creation, The Rise And The Fall. I Am What Is And Is Not . . . I Am The Soul In All.

Wisdom Is Like The Rain. Its Source Is Limitless, But It Comes Down According To The Season.

We Cannot Steal The Fire. We Must Enter It.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.