By Daily Dying, I Have Come To

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

Teach As An Old Fishing Guide Takes Out A Beginner.

How Body From Spirit Slowly Does Unwind, Until We Are Pure Spirit At The End.