And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.
Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
Every need brings in what's needed. Pain bears its cure like a child.
The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
Concentrate on the Essence, concentrate on the Light.