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The World Is A Mirror, An Imaging Of Love's Perfection.

If You Put Your Soul Against The Oar With Me, The Power That Made The Universe Will Enter Your Sinew From A Source Not Outside Of Your Limbs, But From A Holy Realm That Lives Within Us.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back Peace To The Soul . . .