Peaceful Is The One Who Is Not

Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky; Peace In The Infinite, At Peace Am I.

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

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape. Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Color. Do It Now.

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.