I've said before that every craftsman searches for what's not there to practice his craft.
While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.
Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.
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.