Be coming home
Be not afraid
be here plentiful and patient
armed and ready to wrap scented heat and hue
around your ever beings cure

open wide your life valve
let pure bleed take your body to seed
purity of place amongst us dwellers of the open grave

No pains
ever worth thinking
from its perspective

Go direct to feeling you want
and you wont get lost to thought you don't

Give no life away
to hopes of a better one
its now forever

its baggage if you carry it
to redeem you if you don't

golden light
to the soul

O bitter tears!
wetting my face, stinging my eyes
The weight of life draws you out
All could go wrong, you would be lost
Weeping bitterly is painful healing
I am glad to heal, glad to hurt
O blessed healing!

stranger love more
than you find familiar

no thing exists
as you think it does

it exists
only as you think it