Drinking From The Thirst
  Quenching Cup of Emptiness
From The Inside, Out!
Maybe The Crickets Are Praying!
Dissolve Softly Into
  The Arms Of Faith
Our Soul Has A Song To Sing
Singing All The While
The Formless Form Of Light
There's No Way Out But Through
There Is Order In Chaos
Returning To The
  Eternal Wellspring Within

Blessings All Around Us
Feathers As Messengers
So Often, It's Not About Words
When Opposites Become One
Staying In The Moment
  Long Enough To Experience Love

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