The Universe And The Light Of The

Inside You There's An Artist You Don't Know About.

The Light Which Shines In The Eye Is Really The Light Of The Heart.. The Light Which Fills The Heart Is The Light Of God, Which Is Pure And Separate From The Light Of Intellect And Sense.

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.