You who are on the roadMust have a code that you can live byAnd so become yourselfBecause the past is just a good bye.Teach yourself yourself,Your selfsame hell did slowly go by,And feed yourself on dreamsThe one you picked, the one you'll know by.Don't you ever ask you why, if you told you, you would cry,So just look at you and sigh and know you love you.
Expect poison from standing waterWm. Blake "The marriage of Heaven and Hell".
And also...Once meek, and in a perilous path,The just man kept his course alongThe vale of death.Roses are planted where thorns grow.And on the barren heathSing the honey bees.And what one makes of that...
Every thing that lives is holy.
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