One Of The Marvels Of The World:

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

There Is Something To Be Said For Anyone Who Sits Alone With Dignity And Silently Begs For God.

There Is My Body, In It An Ocean Formed Of His Glory, All The Creation, All The Universes, All The Galaxies, Are Lost In It.

This Is Now. Now Is, All There Is. Don't Wait For Then; Strike The Spark, Light The Fire.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.