The Body's A Mirror Of Heaven: Its

Speak With The Language Of Love.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

My Heart Is So Small It's Almost Invisible. How Can You Place Such Big Sorrows In It? "look," He Answered, "your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.

Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary Is Inside You.