All Religions. All This Singing.

Till Man Destroys "self" He Is No True Friend Of God.

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

Let The Waters Settle And You Will See The Moon And The Stars Mirrored In Your Own Being.

For The Water Animals, The Ocean Is Like A Garden; For The Land Animals, It Is Death And Pain.