Lightning, Your Presence From Ground To Sky,

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Strange Pull Of What You Really Love. It Will Not Lead You Astray.

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.

In Fact, I Am Aware Of The Fake Entities In My Life. I Know That I Can Clear Them If I Wanted To In A Moment. But All This Hollowness Needs My Sincerity.

My Religion Is To Be Alive From Love.

Throw Off Your Tiredness. Let Me Show You One Tiny Spot Of The Beauty That Can't Be Spoken.