From Myself I Am Copper, Through You,

Spirit, Find Your Way, In Seeking Lowness Like A Stream.

God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart, Where They Wait Silently For Discovery.

The Prophets Accept All Agony And Trust It For The Water Has Never Feared The Fire.

You Have Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper. Love Flows Down. The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers What Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That? Do Not Put Blankets Over The Drum. Open Completely.

Whenever Beauty Looks, Love Is Also There.