There Is One Way Of Breathing That

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

I Came To This Earth So That I Could Find My Way Back To My Beloved.