Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope

The Heart That Is Not In Love Will Fail The Test.

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

Passion And Desire Bind Your Heart. Remove The Locks. Become A Key, Become A Key . . .

I Have Been A Seeker And I Still Am, But I Stopped Asking The Books And The Stars. I Started Listening To The Teaching Of My Soul.