You Moan, "she Left Me."

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.

Open Your Arms If You Want The Beloved's Embrace.

No More Words. Hear Only The Voice Within.

I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.