Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing
My soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love. Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo, its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompases every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.
Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.