Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing

Your Body Is Woven From The Light Of Heaven.

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey!

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You

Know That The Mirror Of The Heart Is Boundless. . . Here, Opinions Become Silent, Otherwise They Will Lead You Into Errors. . . For The Heart Is Sacred - Even More The Heart Is Sacredness Itself.

Stars Burn Clear All Night Till Dawn. Do That Yourself, And A Spring Will Rise In The Dark With Water Your Deepest Thirst Is For.