Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away

Your Radiance Shines In Every Atom Of Creation Yet Our Petty Desires Keep It Hidden.

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.

Every Bird Will Follow It's Specie.

The Chess Master Says Nothing, Other Than Moving The Silient Chess Piece.

There Is A Candle In Your Heart, Ready To Be Kindled. There Is A Void In Your Soul, Ready To Be Filled. You Feel It, Don't You?