The Wound Is The Place Where The

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

Now Is The Time To Unite The Soul And The World. Now Is The Time To See The Sunlight Dancing As One With The Shadows.

This Is What Love Does And Continues To Do. It Tastes Like Honey To Adults And Milk To Children.

Oh Soul, You Worry Too Much. You Have Seen Your Own Strength. You Have Seen Your Own Beauty. You Have Seen Your Golden Wings. Of Anything Less, Why Do You Worry? You Are In Truth The Soul, Of The Soul, Of The Soul.

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.