The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul,

‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing Your Beauty, A Place Where Every Breath Carves Your Image In My Soul.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

Escape From The Black Cloud That Surrounds You. Then You Will See Your Own Light As Radiant As The Full Moon.

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

There Are A Thousand Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground; There Are A Thousand Ways To Go Home Again.