The Heart That Is Not

True Beauty Is A Ray That Springs From The Sacred Depths Of The Soul, And Illuminates The Body, Just As Life Springs From The Kernel Of A Stone And Gives Colour And Scent To A Flower.

Lo, For I To Myself Am Unknown, Now In God's Name What Must I Do?

If You Wish To Be A Mine Of Jewels, Open The Deep Ocean Within Your Heart.

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

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.