Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back

I Have Come To Drag You Out Of Yourself And Take You Into My Heart. I Have Come To Bring Out The Beauty You Never Knew You Had, And Lift You Like A Prayer To The Sky.

What Is Planted In Each Person's Soul Will Sprout.

Whatever You Lost Through Fate, Be Certain That It Saved You From Pain.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

The Ground's Generosity Takes In Our Compost And Grows Beauty! Try To Be More Like The Ground.