Nothing can help me but that beauty. There was a dawn I remember when my soul heard something from your soul. I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me.
Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field, I'll meet you there
I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.
Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.
The world is a mirror, an imaging of Love's perfection.