The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is

But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity, And Let Those Be The Wings That Lift And Soar Through The Celestial Spheres.

Leave That Which Is Not, But Appears To Be. Seek That Which Is, But Is Not Apparent.

Every Bird Will Follow It's Specie.

Love Is Reckless; Not Reason. Reason Seeks A Profit. Loves Comes On Strong, Consuming Herself Unabashed. Yet In The Midst Of Suffering Love Proceeds Like A Millstone, Hard Surfaced And Straight Forward. Having Died To Self Interest, She Risks Everything And Asks For Nothing. Love Gambles Away Every Gift God Bestows. Without Cause God Gave Us Being; Without Cause Give It Back Again. Gambling Yourself Away Is Beyond Any Religion. Religion Seeks Grace And Favor, But Those Who Gamble These Away Are God's Favorites, For They Neither Put God To The Test Nor Knock At The Door Of Gain And Loss.

It Is Love That Holds Everything Together, And It Is The Everything Also.