I Always Thought That I Was Me

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

I Opened My Arms To Love And Love Embraced Me Like A Lover

You May Learn To Imitate A Birdcall, But Do You Experience What The Nightingale Feels For The Rose?

There Are A Thousand Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground; There Are A Thousand Ways To Go Home Again.

My Dear Soul, Flee From The Worthless, Stay Close Only To Those With A Pure Heart. Like Attracts Like. A Crow Will Lead You To The Graveyard, A Parrot To A Lump Of Sugar.