Lives in eternity's sun rise.
How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
Imitation is criticism.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.