Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

And You? When Will You Begin That Long Journey Into Yourself?

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

My Soul Is My Guide, For My Soul Is Of That Abode. I Will Not Speak Of The Earthly. I Am Of The Unknown

There Is Nothing Outside Of Yourself, Look Within. Everything You Want Is There. You Are That.