Get Yourself Out Of The Way, And

Tend To Your Vital Heart, And All That You Worry About Will Be Solved.

Be Kind To Yourself, Dear - To Our Innocent Follies. Forget Any Sounds Or Touch You Knew That Did Not Help You Dance. You Will Come To See That All Evolves Us.

Why Struggle To Open A Door Between Us When The Whole Wall Is An Illusion?

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?