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The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

The Spiritual Path Wrecks The Body And Afterwards Restores It To Health. It Destroys The House To Unearth The Treasure, And With That Treasure Builds It Better Than Before.

Now Be Silent. Let The One Who Creates The Words Speak. He Made The Door. He Made The Lock. He Also Made The Key.

Oh God Let All Lovers Be Content Give Them Happy Endings Let Their Lives Be Celebrations Let Their Hearts Dance In The Fire Of Your Love