My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.

A Pure Heart, Open To The Light, Will Be Filled With The Elixir Of Truth.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

What Is The Heart? It Is Not Human And It Is Not Imaginary. I Call It You.

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.