To help others to be in harmony with their Inner Selves, their Souls, first the painter must likewise be. Not through his act of painting, but before he starts: his still meditation. Which is then reinforced

My soul is an enchanted boat,  Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float  Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.  -- Shelley My Soul enchanted by Her Lullaby.

When you are graceful, you are grateful – for you Know you have been Inspired.

I'm listening – Inspired – by Beethoven and suddenly exclaim “I love you!” For I know he – as She – loves me.

Never forget: your immune system obeys your wishes.

The sufferer feels Inspired by the healer's Aspiring.

The Soul is the Haven of Healing.

The Ninth's adagio: surrender, succumb – and live with Beethoven for ever.

1827: Blake at death heard songs “not mine.” And Beethoven?

1827: Beethoven and Blake did sing no more. And since that ancient time, no feet have walked in their Garden of Love.