The Images We Create Could Turn Into

We've Given Up Making A Living, Its All This Crazy Love Poetry Now!

Purify Your Eyes, And See The Pure World. Your Life Will Fill With Radiant Forms.

What The Sayer Of Praise Is Really Praising Is Himself, By Saying Implicitly, My Eyes Are Clear." Likewise, Someone Who Criticizes Is Criticizing Himself, Saying Implicitly, "i Can't See Very Well With My Eyes So Inflamed.

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.

You Are A Lover Of Your Own Experience ... Not Of Me ... You Turn To Me To Feel Ur Own Emotion