Body Of Earth, Don't Talk Of Earth

The Thirsty Look For Water, But Water Also Looks For Thirsty.

Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary Is Inside You.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

Just As The Heart Becomes Carefree In A Place Of Green, Growing Plants, Goodwill And Kindness Are Born When Our Souls Enter Happiness.