A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It

Discard Yourself And Thereby Regain Yourself. Spread The Trap Of Humility And Ensnare Love.

I Have Found The Heart And Will Never Leave This House Of Light.

A Pure Heart, Open To The Light, Will Be Filled With The Elixir Of Truth.

Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back Peace To The Soul . . .

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.