World Power Means Nothing. Only The Unsayable,

This World Is In Deep Trouble, From Top To Bottom. But It Can Be Swiftly Healed By The Balm Of Love.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

Love Is The Bridge Between You And Everything.

Although The Road Is Never Ending Take A Step And Keep Walking, Do Not Look Fearfully Into The Distance... On This Path Let The Heart Be Your Guide For The Body Is Hesitant And Full Of Fear.

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.