Try Another Way Of Looking. Try You

What You Have Despised In Yourself As A Thorn Opens Into A Rose.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain. Good And Bad Are Mixed. If You Don't Have Both, You Don't Belong With Us.