Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary

Every Tree, Every Growing Thing As It Grows, Says This Truth, You Harvest What You Sow.

I Open And Fill With Love And What Is Not Love ... Evaporates!

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

Before Death Takes Away What You Are Given, Give Away What There Is To Give.

Lightning, Your Presence From Ground To Sky, No One Knows What Becomes Of Me, When You Take Me So Quickly.