But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity,

Bring The Pure Wine Of Love And Freedom. But Sir, A Tornado Is Coming. More Wine, We'll Teach This Storm A Thing Or Two About Whirling.

I Long To Escape The Prison Of My Ego And Lose Myself In You.

The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused Your Head To Ache.

Body Is Not Veiled From Soul, Neither Soul From Body, Yet No Man Hath Ever Seen A Soul.

I Cannot Stop Asking. If I Could Taste One Sip Of An Answer, I Could Break Out Of This Prison For Drunks.