It Is Only When You Are Pursued

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names.

He Who Listens To Truth Is Not Less Than He Who Utters Truth.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

You Are Good When You Strive To Give Of Yourself. Yet You Are Not Evil When You Seek Gain For Yourself. For When You Strive For Gain You Are But A Root That Clings To The Earth And Sucks At Her Breast. Surely The Fruit Cannot Say To The Root, 'be Like Me, Ripe And Full And Ever Giving Of Your Abundance.' For To The Fruit Giving Is A Need As Receiving Is A Need To The Root.

For The Sight Of The Angry Weather Saddens My Soul And The Sight Of The Town, Sitting Like A Bereaved Mother Beneath Layers Of Ice, Oppresses My Heart.