We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter

Dear Soul, Don't Set A High Value On Someone Before They Deserve It; You Either Lose Them Or Ruin Yourself...!

You Are The Fountain Of The Sun. I'm The Shadow Of A Willow. You Fall Upon My Forehead. I Melt. You Slip Into My Heart. It Spills Open. You Surround Me With Such Sweetness. I Make It My Home.

But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity, And Let Those Be The Wings That Lift And Soar Through The Celestial Spheres.

I Will Soothe You And Heal You, I Will Bring You Roses. I Too Have Been Covered With Thorns.

In Order To Understand The Dance One Must Be Still. And In Order To Truly Understand Stillness One Must Dance.