Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret

When all your desires are distilled; You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

Your life within God's arms, Your dance within God's arms, Is already Perfect!

Light will someday split you open

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.