Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away

In This Life Many Demolitions Are Actually Renovations.

Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning, The Vines Would Be Burned By The Smiling Sun.

Thinking Gives Off Smoke To Prove The Existence Of Fire. A Mystic Sits Inside The Burning. There Are Wonderful Shapes In Rising Smoke That Imagination Loves To Watch. But It's A Mistake To Leave The Fire For That Filmy Sight. Stay Here At The Flame's Core.

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...

There Is A Secret Medicine Given Only To Those Who Hurt So Hard They Can't Hope. The Hopers Would Feel Slighted If They Knew.